#and some crazy rumors were flying around too

[crowwithaccesstotheinternet]

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[adrienneleclerc]

Rumors

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Hispanic/Latina! Reader

Summary: There have been rumors going around that Y/N is cheating on Charles 🫢

Warning: Spelling and grammatical errors, ANGST ending with fluff, very bad photoshop (I was working with what I had)

A/N: this is my first time writing angst so let’s see how I do.

Charles Leclerc DNF’d in the Canadian Grand Prix, he was so mad, he thought he could at least get some points, his engine was shit, the only thing he wanted to do was go home to his girlfriend. He decided to call her up on FaceTime. She answered after the second ring.

“Hey muñeco, what happened? I thought today was the GP, should you be racing?” Y/N asked, she was in line at the airport, getting ready to fly to Monaco.

“I’m out of the race, Mon ange.” Charles explained.

“Ay mi amor, i am so sorry to hear that. Listen, I’m at the airport right now, I’m going to Monaco, I’ll be in your apartment before you come back, okay? Then we can spend as much time together as you want.” Y/N said, knowing Charles will probably be very clingy after a terrible race.

“I’d like that. Have a safe flight, Mon coeur.” Charles said.

“Bye, mi vida.” Y/N said, sending him a kiss and Charles does the same before hanging up.

He was standing with the Ferrari team, looking at the monitors and viewing the rest of the race until Carlos also DNF’d. That just left him and Carlos talking until they were called for an interview when the race finished.

“Ugh, I can’t wait to go home.” Charles said, entering the driver’s room with Carlos. “When is our flight?”

“I don’t know, cabrón. Probably later tonight, I just want to get the fuck out of Montreal.” Carlos said.

“Same.” Charles groaned.

“Have you talked to Y/N?” Carlos asked, looking at his phone.

“Yeah, she’s getting on a flight to Monaco.” Charles said. “Why do you ask?”

“Because this is trending on Instagram.” Carlos said, showing Charles the Instagram post he found.

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f1WAGupdates the singer and girlfriend of Charles Leclerc, Y/N L/N, has been seen with the Maxton Hall actor, Damian Hardung, at a restaurant in Manhattan. Is this why Y/N wasn’t seen at the Canadian GP? She’s too busy hooking up with Damian behind Charles’s back? Looks like she’s not as supportive as she says she is.

Carlos pulled the phone away from Charles’s face

“Let me see the comments, Carlos.” Charles demanded.

“No way, it will just drive you crazy.” Carlos said, hiding his phone.

“Fine, I’ll go to Instagram myself. Who the fuck is Damian Hardung?” Charles asked, he was pulling his phone out but Carlos took it from him and shoved it in his pants. Charles looked at him and then at Carlos’s pants. “Don’t make me search for it, Carlos.”

“I am helping you! If you read those comments, you are going to be antsy when we’re on the plane.” Carlos said and Charles rolled his eyes and left the driver’s room, making his way to Max and Lando who were talking, with Carlos following quickly behind him. “Don’t give him your phone!” Carlos yelled.

“Max, Lando, Can you check Instagram for me?” Charles asked.

“Don’t you have your own phone?” Lando asked.

“Carlos has it.” Charles said and that’s when Carlos appeared behind him. Charles had his arms spread out as if he was block Carlos from the other two drivers. “Just go to Instagram.” Charles said sharply.

“Don’t go to Instagram!” Carlos exclaimed.

“Okay, I’m on Instagram, what else?” Max asked,

“Is there a gossip post about Y/N L/N and Damian Hardung?” Charles asked.

“Are you stalking your girlfriend?” Lando asked.

“Don’t show him anything!” Carlos exclaimed, getting away from Charles and heading over to Lando.

“I found it! Charles, are you sure you want to see this?” Max asked.

“Just read me the comments.” Charles demanded.

“Don’t!” Carlos exclaimed.

“Okay… ‘i never trusted Y/N, she seemed very fake.’ Dude, I don’t know…” Max started but Charles cut him off.

“Give me that.” Charles said and he took Max’s phone to read the other comments. ‘I bet she has been cheating on him for months’ one said, ‘all those times when she wasn’t at a GP, I bet she was with him’ said another, but there was one comment that hurt him the most ‘Charles is so blind, it was clear that she never really loved him, she doesn’t even post about him’ “FUCK!” Charles screamed. He gave Max his phone back, shoving him a little in the process. “I need to go to Monaco now.”

“What am I supposed to do?” Carlos asked.

“Catch a rode with Max and Lando!” Charles yelled as we walked away, trying to find Fred.

“Why did you tell him?” Carlos asked the Dutch driver, hitting his arm in the process.

“How was I supposed to know I wasn’t supposed to?” Max asked, playing dumb.

“I was literally shouting ‘Don’t tell him anything’ cabrón!” Carlos exclaimed.

“You know how max is, Carlos, he’ll do anything for Charles.” Lando teased Max, earning himself a slap on the arm.

Charles found Fred after asking a few Ferrari workers. “Fred, I need to go to Monaco now,”

“Is there an emergency, Charles?” Fred asked, very concerned with Charles’s state.

“Yes.” Charles said.

“Okay, I can have the plane ready in an hour, get Carlos, go to your hotel rooms and pack your things.” Fred said, already making plans with the pilot.

“Perfect, thank you!” Charles thanked him and walked back to Carlos, Max, and Lando, finding them arguing. “Carlos, let’s go, we need to pack.”

Y/N’s flight was 11 hours long and Charles’s flight is 8 hours so Charles made it to the apartment first. He unpacked his luggage and put away his clothes. He then made himself something to eat while he viewed that stupid Instagram post, reading the comments. It wasn’t until he heard Y/N’s keys that he realized he spent over an hour reading the comments. Y/N came in with her luggage and walked to the couch where Charles sat.

“Muñeco, what are you doing here, I thought your flight was tomorrow?” Y/N asked, getting closer to him to kiss his lips but he turned his head. Y/N leaned back a little. “What’s wrong, muñeco?”

“Nothing at all. I just have a question is all.” Charles stated. Y/N put her suitcases in Charles’s bedroom before she sat down on the matching loveseat.

“Sure Amor, ask away.” Y/N said.

“What were you doing in New York?” Charles asked.

“Oh well I visited my parents, they’re doing well, they asked when you were going to visit so maybe we could visit before going to Spain. I was recording my new album with Sony Records, I think it’s going to go do really well, but who knows.” Y/N said.

“And what else happened when you were in New York?” Charles asked, wanting her to tell him herself.

“Mmm, nothing really important, I met with some people from Amazon.” Y/N said. Charles had a straight face and pursed his lips in annoyance. “I’m sensing that’s not what you wanted to hear.”

“Of course that’s not what I wanted to hear!” Charles raised his voices getting off the couch and walked into the kitchen with Y/N walking behind him. “I want to know why the fuck You were out with this guy.” Charles said, turning around and showing Y/N the Instagram post. “Who the fuck is Damian Hardung?”

“Damian is an actor from Maxton Hall, you know that Amazon show that I’ve been obsessed with?” Y/N asked him while she got a soda from the fridge, charles nodded his head for her to continue. “Anyway, I met up with him and some people from Amazon because they were considering him and I as leads for their new movie.” Opening the soda bottle to take a sip.

“But you don’t act.” Charles said. Y/N rolled her eyes, closed the bottle, and put it on the counter,

“But I sent in an audition tape for Culpa Tuya and i guess they liked it and wanted me as a lead.” Y/N said.

“Really, that’s all that was?” Charles asked.

“Yeah, it’s just a business dinner.” Y/N said.

“Then why is he looking at you like that? Why are you leaning against him like that?” Charles asked exasperated.

“Chemistry test, is that what you wanna hear? Why are you acting like this?” Y/N asked.

“Why am I acting like this? Let’s see, my car power unit was shit, it was my worst race of the season because I DNF’d, my top 4 streak is over, and to top it all off, my girlfriend was seen with another guy and everyone is talking about me!” Charles yelled and Y/N widened her eyes, she has never been yelled at before, her parents made sure to never fight in front of her or her siblings when she was growing up so the fact that he’s not yelling in front of her but actually yelling AT her.

“Why are you taking your anger out on me?” Y/N asked with tears in her me.

“Where are you when you’re not with me for the Grand Prix?” Charles asked. Y/N wiped her eyes.

“Charles, You’re being ridiculous.” Y/N said, trying to go to the living room but Charles blocked her. “Charles, no estoy jugando.”

“I’m not playing either, where are you?” Charles asked.

“I have a career outside of being your girlfriend you know! I’m not going to follow you around like a fucking puppy.” Y/N stated. “You understand that, right? I have interviews, photo shoots, live performances, I can’t go to every race. It never bothered you before, why is it bothering you now?”

“Why do you never post me on Instagram?” Charles asked.

“You’re insane.” Y/N stated.

“And you’re avoiding the question.” Charles said,

“What do you wanna do, Charles? You wanna track me? You wanna know my every move? You want me to post us on my Instagram and TikTok even when you said you didn’t want to risk me getting sent hate so we decided that I wouldn’t post anything?” Y/N asked rhetorically. “You’re acting as if I’d cheat on you.” Y/N jokingly said but when she saw Charles face. “No fucking way, you actually think I would cheat on you? Are you that insecure? Why the hell would you think that?”

“I’ve been reading the comments on the instagram post.” Charles said and Y/N rolled her eyes.

“Why would you believe the comments? Let me tell you this one time and one time only, I am your girlfriend, okay? If you come across a freaking piece of chisme like that, TALK TO ME, don’t come accusing me of cheating on you when I literally have your logo as a tramp stamp…” Y/N said and Charles smirked at the mention of the tramp stamp, his favorite tattoo of hers. “Focus, you horndog. I love you, and only you. If I have to move in with you to prove that, I will. Wait, I got a better idea, come here.” Y/N said, pulling Charles in front of a mirror so she could take selfie of them.

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yourusername Charles and I have been dating for a year, he is the one I love. Though I love Damian Hardung in Maxton Hall, which is like my favorite show ever, I am in a very loving relationship. Damian is just a friend, he might be my future costar if I’m lucky. Why I’m not at races is no one’s business, I was present during Imola and Monaco, I am always home to celebrate with Charles and I love him dearly.

“There, it’s posted. Now you can stop worrying about us.” Y/N said.

“I’m sorry about everything, Mon ange.” Charles said.

“It’s fine muñeco. But yell at me again and I will shave your head in your sleep.” Y/N said with a serious look on her face.

“You wouldn’t shave my head, you love my hair, what are you going to tug on when I’m going down on you?” Charles asked with a smirk on his face and leaning into kiss her and Y/N just laughs.

“You really are a horndog aren’t you.” Y/N said but kissed him anyway. “But seriously, don’t yell at me again, I will stab you in your sleep.”

“Can you please stop threatening me, Mon ange?” Charles asked and Y/N just giggled and nodded. “Are you coming to Barcelona with me?” Charles asked.

“Of course I am! Are we going to New York next weekend?” Y/N asked.

“I’m sure I can arrange that, if not we can go after Spain.” Charles said.

“That sounds perfect. I will be posting more photos of us from now on, okay? So what did we learn today, mi muñequito celoso?”

“That I should talk to you before believing a gossip post about you.” Charles said.

“Good boy. Now…how do you want to take out your frustrations on yesterday’s Grand Prix?” Y/N asked, looking at him with siren eyes.

“Bedroom.” Charles said before he kisses Y/N, lifting her, making Y/N wrap her legs around his waist, and he carried her to his bedroom, shutting the door with his foot.

The End

Hope y’all liked it, I don’t really write angst, but I hope this turned out well 🤗

[sykoangels]

movie star

paring: Rodrick Heffley x hyperfemme!reader

warnings: oral sex (f! Receiving) , sex tapeunprotected sex

author note: im literally in love with rodrick!!! sooo enjoy this is gonna be feeding my delusions unfortunately

Rodrick Heffley is a character to say the least he could be a bit bitchy, but he was crazy talented. He’s the frontman of the band Loaded Diper a band he created with his friends. Back in freshman year, he was holding auditions for a new guitarist due to the one he had moving overseas. You went to the audition and got in with flying colors. Rodrick wanted something different from the band and you had to look and the talent. Your aesthetic was very different from the rest of the band, but still leaned into the emo aesthetic as well, but not too far off that they would get called posers. You loved wearing fishnets and baby tees, especially ones with crazy sayings on them like “I heart men whimpering” or “#1 gaslighter.” The band was doing well, especially throughout high school but now you're a sophomore in college doing the band on the side for extra money well also studying music technology because you want to become a music producer.

But you were keeping a secret at least from the rest of your bandmates. You and Rodrick have been in a friends-with-benefits relationship for about six months. This came about after the winter tour had concluded. One minute you guys were talking at a Christmas party and the next minute you were bent over a dingy bathroom sink and some random college frat house. You didn’t mind this since you always thought Rodrick was very attractive. If you were honest with yourself, he fit every piece of criteria when it came to your romantic partner. Handsome, tall, musically inclined, and a bit pathetic looking he checked all the boxes. He wasn’t even bad at sex either. Maybe the rumor you heard about rockstars are right they’re really decent in bed. It was getting difficult to hide the friends with benefits relationship since now they are preparing for our summer tour, which means we’re constantly around our band mates each other 24/7 no breaks.

The air was thick with the scent of stale beer and sweat as the last chords of their set reverberated through the dimly lit club. The crowd roared, their voices a mix of excitement and exhaustion after a night of headbanging to Rodrick Heffley's band. You, the lead guitarist, felt the adrenaline still coursing through your veins, your fingers tingling from the rapid-fire strumming. As you stepped off the stage, Rodrick caught your eye from across the room. His smirk was mischievous, a silent acknowledgment of the secret that only the two of you shared. You made your way through the throng of fans and backstage hangers-on, your black micro mini skirt swishing against your thighs, fishnet stockings adding a touch of rebellion to your hyperfeminine style.

"Great set tonight," he said, his voice low as he pulled you into a corner, away from prying ears. "Always," you replied, smiling coyly. "But you know what would make it even better?"Rodrick leaned closer, his eyes dark with intrigue. "What's that?""A little after-party of our own," you whispered, your breath warm against his neck. His hand found yours, fingertips grazing softly. "I like the sound of that."

With a nod, you both knew the plan. You slipped out the back door, the cool night air a stark contrast to the heat inside. He quickly made it to the van loading up the instruments before sending a quick text to the under bandmates saying that you didn’t feel good and that you were going back to his place to rest. You guys called a taxi and made it back to Rodrick’s place. The drive to his place was short, the city lights blurring past as you both lost yourselves in the moment.

Inside, the apartment was quiet, the usual clutter of instruments and band posters giving way to an intimate setting. Rodrick pressed you against the wall as soon as the door closed, his lips finding yours in a hungry kiss. Your hands roamed over his chest, feeling the soft fabric of his band tee beneath your fingers.

"Wait," you murmured against his lips, pulling back slightly. "I need to remember this moment forever.”

Rodrick nodded, understanding flashing in his eyes. You walked over to the camera set up on its tripod, a sly grin playing on your lips. Flicking it on, you adjusted the angle to capture the both of you perfectly. "Are you ready baby” he asked, his voice husky with desire. You turned to face him, your outfit a stark contrast against the darkness of the room. "More than ready," you breathed, your heart pounding in your chest. Rodrick closed the distance between you, his hands gentle as they cupped your face. His lips met yours again, this time with a tenderness that spoke of deeper emotions hidden beneath the surface. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer, feeling the hardness of his body against yours. "You look so fucking pretty babe," he murmured, his gaze tracing every inch of your exposed skin.

"thank you baby" you whispered back, your fingers trailing down his chest to the button of his jeans. With a deft flick, you undid it, sliding the zipper down slowly, deliberately. Rodrick groaned, his hands gripping your hips tightly. "Fuck, I need you so bad," he muttered, his voice thick with lust. You smiled, a thrill running through you at his words. "Show me," you challenged, your eyes daring him to go further.

He didn’t need to be told twice. Rodrick lifted you effortlessly, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carried you to the couch. The camera captured every moment, the lens focusing on your intertwined bodies with an unflinching gaze. Settling you down, Rodrick knelt between your legs, his eyes never leaving yours. His hands were reverent as they explored your body, peeling away layers of clothing with careful precision. You gasped as his fingers found the edge of your panties, slipping beneath the delicate fabric to tease you.

"Rodrick," you whimpered, your head falling back as pleasure surged through you. "that’s it good girl" he hushed, his lips brushing against your inner thigh. "Let me hear you." You obeyed, biting your lip to stifle the sounds that threatened to escape. Rodrick’s mouth replaced his fingers, his tongue darting out to taste you, sending waves of sensation crashing over you. You gripped the cushions beneath you, your body arching towards him, seeking more.

"Fuck yes” you moaned, your voice breaking the silence. "Oh fuck yes " Rodrick chuckled, the sound vibrating against your sensitive flesh. "You like that, huh?" “ I love it oh fuck” you admitted, your eyes fluttering shut as he continued his ministrations. The camera watched silently, capturing your expressions of pleasure, the way your body writhed under Rodrick’s skillful touch. You could feel the heat building within you, the tension coiling tighter and tighter until you thought you might explode.

"Rodrick," you cried out, your voice raw with need. "Please, I need—" He didn’t let you finish. Rising to his feet, Rodrick positioned himself above you, his eyes burning with desire. You reached for him, guiding him inside you, the sensation overwhelming in its intensity. You both shuddered, a symphony of sighs and moans filling the room as you moved together, each thrust pushing you closer to the edge."Look at you," Rodrick panted, his forehead resting against yours. "So thirsty for my fucking cock like some groupie whore”

You nodded, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. "yes your groupie whore," you agreed, your voice barely above a whisper. As the climax approached, the tension coiled tighter and tighter within you, until finally, it snapped. You cried out his name as waves of ecstasy crashed over you, your body convulsing with the force of your release. Rodrick followed soon after, his own cry mingling with yours as he spilled himself inside you, his body shuddering with the intensity of his orgasm. As the afterglow of their passionate encounter began to fade, you and Rodrick lay entangled on the couch, the camera still recording your every breath. The room was filled with a mixture of scents—the musky aroma of sweat mingled with the faint hint of your perfume, creating an intoxicating blend that seemed to encapsulate the intensity of the moment

[leaawrites]

Midnight hour with you

Percy Jackson x daughter of Nyx!reader

Request: Idk if ur request are open if not ignore! But could u possibly do tv! Percy x nyx! Reader? Like reader is really troubled and has a like a really REALLY bad day and percy sorta sits with her and ig you can make the rest! By @privbooks922

Warnings: crying, reader having a bad day, use of Y/n, female reader,

Wordcount: 0,7k

I hope this is kinda what you imagined!

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Ever since she saw Percy Jackson walk into camp, she wanted to protect him. She didn’t know where the desire came from, neither what she must do to make it go away. Being a daughter of Nyx, most kids feared her. They were scared of what she might be able to do, without a sense of knowing what she was actually capable of. Nobody ever asked, so nobody ever understood.

Especially with new people around, she ignored them, hoping they would get bored of the rumors that made the Nyx children so intriguing. But he didn’t stop. He never stopped watching her. In his mind, there was nothing more charming than the kindness that laid behind her silver eyes. A small touch from the midnight sky soothed her skin in the sunlight, making her visible and yet desirable to him. Her iris looked like the moon, so haunting and beautiful, but impossible to catch.

The night air caught up with the lack of warm clothing on her body. It was a cold night, goosebumps appeared on her arms, making her hairs stand up. As it proves, a simple camp half blood shirt wasn’t the best choice now. The forest around her was alive, leaves were singing together with the wind, a certain amount of animal noises was heard, some birds she supposed. Y/n made her way through the night, walking like a shadow through the dark, watching little shadows dance beside her.

Beneath her feet the moon was reflecting on the shallow, quiet surface of water in a lake. All around her there was nothing but quietness. It was soothing to her soul.

The day had been crazy. All she wanted to do was sit and stare at the water, letting her tears flow down to where it belongs to, letting the molecules be connected. There were too many people for her to handle, and not enough that were willing to listen to her. Who would listen to a silly little Nyx child?

A branch snapped behind her. Y/n sat straighter, her ears flying over her surrounding, trying to make sense of the noise. Suddenly, a lean figure stood between the trees, their body was facing her, not moving.

“Sorry about that,” Percy Jackson said, leaving his hiding place with a grimace covering his face. He was embarrassed that he got caught. The grimace vanished, being replaced by worry for his favorite Nyx daughter. Tears were flowing down her soft face, washing away her sweet smile and joyous eyes. Still, she looked beautiful to him. “What happened?” Percy walked farther to her side, unsure if he should sit or not.

“It’s nothing,” she tried to make him go away with her words, but he didn’t budge, instead he sat down next do her, feet dangling from the wood, his posture was awkward. Thoughts were filling up his nerves.

“It’s never nothing,” he replied, shrugging when she looked at him surprised. “That’s what my mom tells me at least.”

“She sounds like a good woman,” Y/n said, not thinking before talking. She hadn’t heard a lot about his mom, but he fought for her, which made her important to him.

“She is.” Percy smiled at the thought of his mom. Her own face was decorated by a small smile, filling up the sadness with joy. She envied him mostly, hearing how he at least had one parent that seemed to properly care about him. “I like your smile,” he commented, watching it disappear again. “Now it’s gone.”

“You like it?” She asked unsure. It was always something she felt insecure about, having someone compliment it, without being forced to do it by one of her Aphrodite friends, was nice. It was a change for once.

“It’s beautiful,” he said, smiling at her, his golden locks shimmering in the moonlight. “You’re beautiful.”

Y/n’s face filled itself with a warm redness, covering her cheeks and letting her eyes look filled with even less color. They seemed boring to her, in comparison to his blue ones, but he couldn’t stop looking at them. They were different. She was different to him than anyone else. A riddle he would like to solve.

PS.: if you have any request, I really appreciate them, but I can’t promise how long it will take me to finish the story. Since I work on quite a few requests at the moment and also have school work and ballet that I need to have time for.

[hxney-lemcn]

The Show Goes On — Berial (AFK Journey) x gn! reader

summery: you find yourself in the clutches of a jester who just wanted to have some fun. (un)fortunately for you, you seemed to have peaked his interest.

tw: uhhh Berial straight up kidnaps reader 💀 (this is not a yandere thing tho. Just crazy people shit). mentions of death/dying.

a/n: Berial simps have some food. Idk what possessed me when I wrote this but enjoy.

wc: 2.5k

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The moon shone brightly over the town, casting dark shadows around every corner. Lights dimly lit up the main streets, guiding you on your way home. You had decided to cut through an alley,  something that you typically did to cut your travel short. Yet, as soon as you stepped foot into the dark alley only being lit up by the moon, you heard bells chime behind you. You paused, heart accelerating.

There were rumors of a Hypogen monster that lurked in the shadows. That if you heard bells to not look behind you or you would be doomed. How the screams of its victims were silenced before they could even let out a peep. You thought they were tales parents told to keep their kids from sneaking out at night, but at the moment it felt all too real. Taking in a deep breath, you tried to regain your composure, it was a silly rumor, but the way your hair stood on end had you stay cautious. 

You continued walking, trying to ignore the giggles that now accompanied the jingles. Your head twitched, instinct begging you to just take a peak at what was making noise, but you forced your head to stay forward. Your pace grew faster, as the end of the alley came into view. Every fiber in your bones told you you’d be safer in the light (silly humans always thought that). 

Just as you were about to step foot out of the alley, relief briefly flowed through you, only for that hope to be snatched just as quickly. Dark glove clad hands tugged you back by your shoulders, that giggling voice now right next to your ear. You couldn’t stop the shriek that tore from your lips as an inky dark face came into view. It donned a jagged grin, you could barely comprehend what you were currently witnessing. It had no lips, its jagged mouth reminding you of a jack-o-lantern, except jack-o-lanterns were meant to ward off evil. It seemed to lack any eyes, as there were no pupils or iris’, just pure white that was tinted purple. 

Its giggles turned into full blown laughter as it continued to drag you back into the inky blackness. You struggled, unsure what it wanted with you, but clearly it was nothing good. Your stomach dropped when you were suddenly picked up and were flying. You ceased your struggling, suddenly very aware that the hypogean could easily drop you to your demise. That seemed to amuse it all the more as its impossibly wide grin widened. 

Then, like it hadn’t just kidnapped you, set you down on your now wobbly legs. You placed your weight on a nearby wall, slowly taking in your surroundings. It wasn’t Esperia, that was for sure, which made your blood run cold. The two of you were in an area that you could only describe to look like a void. Dark, purple tinted clouds curled in the distance, the only ground being the weird estate like structure you were currently in. It hurt your mind wondering just how this place existed, and the hypogean seemed all too pleased by your expression. 

“You are tonight's winner!” The being exclaimed in a flourish. It twirled before falling into a dramatic bow, but instead of just taking off its hat, it took off its entire head. You blinked, bewildered as its eyes blinked up at you. It paused, as if waiting for you to clap, and you couldn’t hold the laughter that flew past your lips in surprise. The entire situation was absurd, and if you didn’t laugh you might actually cry. 

Your reactions seemed to make the entity even more jolly as it swiftly put its head on backwards. Only to twist it into the correct position, causing you to chuckle once more. It seemed to thrive on your ‘enjoyment’ (you didn’t find much joy in this situation) as it was more enthusiastic than before. 

“I knew you would be an interesting human,” It preened, every movement exaggerated as if to entertain. “As tonight’s winner, your prize is to witness a show put on by the great Berial himself!” The bells on his uniform chimed gently as he floated up, arms wide open along with his wings. 

You watched with caution, unsure of what was to become of you. Just what did Hypogeans find entertaining? Didn’t they enjoy the anguish of people? Spilling blood and finding joy in tears? It clearly found joy in your fear earlier, but strangely he seemed to enjoy your amusement as well. What would happen to you after the ‘show’? Is that when he would dispose of you? Perhaps you were the last act, to be messed with until you could no longer cry nor bleed.

“Now take a seat and let the show begin!” Berial (you assumed) exclaimed, whisking you away into a room that held a stage. One lone seat laid before it, and the jester gently pushed you into it. 

Every act had you on the edge of your seat. He would take a classic magician trick and have some dark twist. It took out a magician's wand, and with a flourish, it turned into a bouquet. You hadn’t seen magicians before, your only exposure being that from books, so it was all new to you. You merely worked at a tavern, hence why you were walking home so late in the first place. So at first, when he presented you the bouquet, you had forgotten for a split second that this was a hypogean you were dealing with, stranded in the middle of the definition of nowhere. Hesitantly you reached for the bouquet, the flowers were breathtakingly beautiful, and when your fingers wrapped around the base, bugs started to crawl out of the flowers. You screamed out of surprise, dropping the flowers and pushing yourself as far as you could into the surprisingly comfortable chair. 

Berial’s laugh rang out above you as you tried to steady your breathing. Once again it found your fear hilarious, and you halfheartedly glared. He laughed so hard his head rolled off his head, and you watched as it rolled past you, descending into an inky shadow. Its glowing eyes seemed to be seared into your eyelids as you swore you could still see the glow after you blinked. Your attention turned back to Berial’s body as it furiously patted where it’s head once hovered (you noticed it never fully connected with the rest of his body). 

You watched curiously as his hat appeared in one of his hands. He reached into his hat, pulling out miscellaneous items. Your amusement grew as the items grew to be more ridiculous. You lost it when it pulled out a gleamtail, the squirrel-like animal looking around confused, your gentle laugh filling the silence. That seemed to be the goal of that act, as he finally pulled his own head out of his hat, plopping both back where they belonged. He bowed again, and this time you did clap, a small grin tugging at your lips. The longer you watched, the more comfortable you became, and the less scary the entity before you seemed. Its acts grew more and more ridiculous, with a scare or two in between. 

Yet every show must come to an end. Berial was bowing once again after cutting a shadow creature in half and pretended to have lost its lower half. You clapped, finding yourself enjoying the company of such a strange being, only for the curtains to finally close. The show had been going on for so long that you forgot that there was going to be an end. You felt yourself tense once more, unsure what was going to happen next. Was this it? Were you going to die? He had all his fun and now it was time to get rid of you. You anxiously stayed in your seat, eyes scanning your surroundings. The grandiose room was dark, the lights that lit up the stage were gone and it was hard for you to see much of anything. 

“Boo!” Berial popped out suddenly in front of you. You flinched back, his long nose nearly poking your own. His glowing eyes and mouth were the only thing lighting up your surroundings. Giggling lightly, it pulled away, the rest of his body blending in with the darkness. 

“You are such a fun human,” It giggled, hands holding its face in what seemed to be fake adoration. “I’m tempted to keep you around.” This seemed to be your way out. Even if you actually had fun, you didn’t want to stick around for too long. Hopefully you could convince him to let you go.

“W-wouldn’t it be more fun to bring me back to Esperia?” You asked, feeling a bit intimidated with his eyes solely on you. “To try and catch me off guard?”

“My, and you’re so smart for a human,” Berial clapped. “Hide and seek does sound fun.” Before you could fully comprehend what he just said, you picked you up from your seat again. He flew you both back where you came, and you had to squint as the sun shone overhead. 

…

That was how you found yourself with a Hypogean popping out at you when you’d least suspect it. It was weird, as you thought he’d lose interest in you the second he was gone, but he continued to surprise you. Sometimes as you’d walk to work you’d feel like something was watching you from the shadows, and now you had a reason to worry. 

Yet it never seemed like Berial actually meant you any harm. Its giggles trailed after you warmly, its scares becoming more playful than scary, sometimes it would even sweep you into an impromptu dance to a song only it could hear. You found yourself looking forward to your next meeting, eyes trailing to the shadows, watching for any hint of a disturbance within. 

Your coworkers had started to avoid you when they could. The sound of bells that used to be associated with the night had now started to be associated with you. Quickly you found yourself to be ostracized, people whispering about you just out of hearing range. You started to feel comforted in the jesters presence. He never failed to cheer you up (or scare you), and he found himself spending more time with you as well.

Typically Berial found people boring. They always reacted the same. Scream, cry, plead for their life. That wasn’t fun. And although his perception of fun was a bit…morbid, he couldn’t help but find you interesting. He hadn’t met anyone who actually laughed at his jokes, who didn’t scream when he tipped not just his hat but his entire head. You were a strange and fascinating human, and Berial found himself wanting to spend more and more time with you, seeing if he could make you pull an expression he hasn’t seen before. 

He found himself growing fond of you, something he didn’t think he could even feel! How strange you were for pulling these feelings out of him. It wanted more, its hunger insatiable, wanting to explore those odd feelings. The way it felt warm and fluttery at your laugh, or how its nonexistent heart jumped at any contact with you. Oh, and the way your eyes lit up when it would imitate you, and how silly you were when you would play back. No one had ever tried to entertain the entertainer before! 

That was how you found yourself in your current situation. The jester weighed you down as it laid its head in your lap. It made you slightly curious if you could pluck his head up just as he can to himself, but you felt it might be a bit rude if you tried (or maybe he’d like that, it was hard to tell). Instead, you found yourself brushing your fingers through his hair, his top hat resting on top of your own head. He seemed to preen under your touch, his jagged smile as wide as ever, he looked like the cat that got the cream. His tail had wrapped around your waist, and you were slightly curious why he seemed to be so affectionate. He was already odd for a Hypogean, but this was just adding to it. 

“Is something the matter?” You asked, fingers trailing down to his dark skin. You half expected your hands to ghost through him as his skin seemed to blend in with the shadows. 

“Never been better,” It said with a content sigh. You felt yourself heat up at the implication. Was it really so happy to be in your presence? Receiving your affection? You felt even warmer when it nuzzled its face closer to your hands. “What do you humans call this feeling again? Love?” You spluttered, flabbergasted at what just transpired. Love? Is it serious? Can a Hypogean even love? And a human no less. 

“H-huh?” You asked, eyes wide as you stared down at it. 

Suddenly, he broke out laughing and you felt your heart clench, “I’ve never seen you look like that before! Oh the hilarity!” Of course he doesn’t love you, he’s messing with you. He’s trying to get a rise out of you. And suddenly you found yourself wanting to leave. No longer did he seem warm like you had thought, but instead the cold monster he truly was. You shuffled, trying to push him off of you, but he stayed firm in his place. For someone so bouncy and light looking, he really could be heavy when he wanted. 

“Now now,” Berial continued to giggle lightly. “No need for the dramatics. Do I seem like someone who’d tell such jokes?” You only raised an eyebrow and he broke out in laughter once again. “Ah I suppose you have a point, dear. But truely, I would not joke about such things with you.” You wearily watched him as he sat up and turned to fully face you. Lifting up his hands, he gently grabbed your cheeks and squished them, causing you to send him a lighthearted glare.

“You are a strange human indeed,” He muttered, and a strange seriousness filled his tone. “What do you say, human. Do you feel the same?” Once again you felt your guard rise, unsure if this was another of his jokes or if he genuinely meant what he said. Although his smile seemed permanently imprinted into his features, the ends of his mouth looked softer, smaller. 

“Maybe,” You muttered to the best of your ability as his hands continued to squish his cheeks, your eyes couldn’t seem to look away no matter how hard you tried. 

“Then I must turn that maybe into definitely!” Berial exclaimed, jumping up with a flourish. 

“How are you going to do that?” You asked wearily. 

“It wouldn’t be a surprise if I told you.” And with that, he disappeared with a wink.

Just what have you gotten yourself into?

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Eddie going to a Halloween party for dealing, and then seeing a girl that's dressed like an angel (he's dressed like a demon) and then the girl (Reader) approaching to him, and she buys some weed from him and starts to tell him that they look like they're using couple costumes, and after, when a lot of people are wasted, Eddie decides it's time to go home, and Reader sees him going out of the party and she follows him, and she tells him that she wants to go out like in a date with him and he accepts, so they go to lovers lake and start talking and they end up kissing and swimming at the lake, after that night they continue seeing each other until Eddie asks reader out, and she says yes

Happy October!

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Halloween was a huge money maker for Eddie. People in disguise, can hide their identity when they buy from him. He almost gets double the amount of people.

He dressed himself as a demon, he felt like it was fitting while he sold the devil's grass to a bunch of snobby rich kids.

Eddie didn't pay much attention to the people he sold to, he didn't care. But his eyes kept finding this one girl, dressed in all white with a halo on her head. Eddie found her costume adorable, and the way it fit perfectly with his. She kept looking at him, moving closer but then ran off. No matter where she hid, he found her.

As he prepared to close up his small shop, she made her way to the table and sat down. She was more beautiful up close. The angel wings truly fit her angelic face.

"Are you still open? I kept trying to get the nerve to walk over." She said, laughing at herself from being so scared.

"I am, angel. What are you looking for?" He asked, he didn't want to embarrass her for being shy, easily moving past the topic.

"Cheapest but still good." She said, handing over the amount of cash she had available. Her eyes looked over his costume.

"Well considering you are dressed as my other half, I'll cut you a deal. For my angel." He flirted, handing over a bag of weed and only taking a five-dollar bill from her stack of cash.

"I guess we kinda match. Like we are in a couples costume" She joked, sliding the bag into her small purse and collecting the rest of her cash.

Eddie laughed with her and finished packing up. Gathering his things and heading out.

"Wait, are you leaving?" She asked, standing up.

"Yeah, I usually head out once people are too wasted to count their money," Eddie said.

"This might sound crazy. But I've been trying to get the nerve to talk to you all night. And I'd hate to only have five minutes with you." She admitted. She cursed herself for taking too long. She got the nerve and he had to leave.

Eddie was taken back from her interest. It wasn't common for sober girls to make a move with him.

"I'm Eddie, and you are?" He asked, throwing out his hand as she shook it.

"Y/N, I've seen you around school and this is very forward. But would you maybe want to leave and do something together?"

Eddie smirked at the nerves in her voice.

"Let's go." She followed behind him, getting into his van and trusting him. Was she dumb for that? She knew that people believed he was trouble and a freak. But she saw him with his friends, and he didn't look like he could hurt a fly.

She listened to his music as he drove up to Lovers Lake, she tried to shake out the nerves. She knew she was safe, all the bad things that were said about Eddie were rumors. If he truly was dangerous, people wouldn't use him for deals.

She took his hand and walked down the hill. He laid down a blanket he had in his van and helped her sit. He dug out a joint, held it between his lips, and lit it. She watched intensely as he inhaled, he passed it over to her. Her fingers glazed his softly as she took the joint. She inhaled it in her lungs, holding it as she passed it back. She exhaled as he took another puff. Her eyes were glued to the way his pink lips wrapped around the small paper.

"Why are you interested in being with the freak on Halloween anyway?" He asked, the smoke leaving his lips as he spoke.

"I don't think you're a freak," she said, her eyes soft as she took another hit. "I'm decent friends with Steve, and he's friends with Dustin. And Dustin only has amazing things to say about you. I've had a small crush on you for a while. Halloween is all about being scared, right? So I decided to scare the shit out of myself and ask you out." She confessed, handing him back the joint.

Eddie soaked in her words with a small smile. He wished he noticed her around school more because he felt like he missed out.

"I'm glad you did," Eddie admitted. He wasn't the type to run off with any girl, especially one at a popular party. But his gut told him to do it.

"Want to do something dumb?" She asked, standing up. Eddie watched as she slipped out of her costume, tossing her halo to the side and taking off her shoes.

"Um?" Eddie tried to say something but his eyes were captivated by her. He was confused about what she wanted to do until she ran straight into the water.

"Come on!" She said from the water, she splashed around and waved him over. She watched as he stood up. He laughed and shook his head.

He took off his costume and ran in. The cold water splashed against his legs. She cheered as he swam up to her, his arms wrapped around her when she began to shiver.

"You're already freezing!" Eddie pointed out, bringing her closer as he tried to warm her up.

"Yeah, but this will be a great first date memory." She said, smiling as she looked up at him.

"Indeed it is. I also think our first kiss story would beat everyone else." Eddie said, leaning in as he smashed his lips on hers. She smiled against his lips and kissed him back.

After a moment they pulled away, looking at each other as the moonlight settled on their skin.

After that night, they went on many more dates. He couldn't get her out of his mind and she was stuck on him. She never thought she'd find herself falling for the demon but hell, he was cute. It didn't take long for him to ask her out and for them to be official.

And for the next Halloween, their couple's costume was already planned.

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Rumors and Facts 1/3 (Solavellan Fanfiction)

Solas x Female Inquisitor Lavellan Fanfiction.

Summary: +18 (Rated explicit) Lavellan is tired of the rumors that she hears around Skyhold regarding her relationship with Solas, and with all the gossip surrounding her at the Winter Palace. It's nobody's business, and besides, she's done hiding.

There's 3 chapters, with chapters 1 and 3 containing smut, and there's fluff through the whole fic. Chapter 1 is set in Skyhold and chapters 2 and 3 are set in the Winter Palace.

Find chapter 2 and chapter 3

Lavellan could swear that when she walked into Solas’ rotunda that day, she had no intention of ending up in her current position, which was straddling Solas’ lap while he sat on the couch. She wasn’t very sure of how they’d ended up in that position, not that she’d complain, but still, she could promise she had not gone there for that.

She had gone to speak with Solas about Corypheus, to review all their information about him. At some point, she’d sat on the couch while Solas explained her what he knew. Then, he joined her. Then…then she wasn’t very sure how the conversation had turned into kissing.

The kiss had soon heated into something more, with Lavellan moving to straddle his lap, all thoughts of Corypheus and even where they were gone from her mind, as it always seemed to happen when Solas kissed her like he was starved and she was all he needed.

His hands on her hips caressed their way to her thighs, then to her ass, squeezing it and pushing her even closer. Lavellan moaned softly into the kiss, grounding down on him, and Solas gasped, their lips parting as he pulled back from the kiss.

“Vhenan…” He breathed. “We shouldn’t…”

This again. He always kissed her senseless, made her feel all heated and crazy with want, just to stop at the last moment. Lavellan wasn’t sure how much more her frustration could take. He never told her why, and it only added to it.

“I think we should,” she replied, barely a whisper, kissing him again and wrapping her arms around his shoulders. She could feel he wanted her too, hardening under her, but still, she made herself pull back, just in case she was reading this wrong and he didn’t want it. 

“Do you want to stop?”She asked quietly, leaning her forehead against his.

“Want?” Solas let out a humorless snort, his forehead nudging hers as he shook his head no.

“Then don’t.”

Lavellan rocked on his lap, purposely grinding against him. Whatever Solas was going to say, probably some variation on how they shouldn’t, turned into a moan that sounded heavenly to her ears. He kissed her again then, his hands back on her ass, holding her to him.

His lips moved from hers to her neck, kissing the underside of her jaw,  then a spot under her ear, and the feeling had her rolling her hips against his again. His gasp against the skin of her neck made her shiver in delight, and she hummed as he kept kissing her sensitive skin, until his lips reached the high collar of her shirt. 

Lavellan let go of Solas’ shoulders so she could unbutton the high collar, while Solas’ hands, still on her ass, held her securely to him. She began to undo the buttons, tugging the fabric loose and open, while Solas kissed her newly exposed skin as she went.

She kept going past the neck, opening the buttons down her neckline, tugging open the fabric so Solas could keep going, kissing down her cleavage. Solas placed warm, open-mouthed kisses on the exposed skin at the top of her breasts as he grasped her ass tighter.

Lavellan tilted her head back with a moan, pressing down against him, one of her hands flying to the back of his head, desperate for more.

A loud thump next to them startled them both. Solas lifted his head from her breasts, removing his hands from her butt but keeping his arms around her, holding her securely to his chest as he looked around, scanning the room for threats while Lavellan did the same, half expecting a breach to show up there somehow, spitting demons.

There was no threat, breach, or demons, though, but a big, heavy book that seemed to have fallen from the library upstairs, barely missing the couch.

“Ups, my bad,” came Dorian’s voice from upstairs. “I hope it didn’t hit anyone…but that’s the perils when you set your quarters under a library in which people are researching, right Solas? No need to bring it back, I’ll go get the book myself.”

Lavellan almost jumped from Solas’ lap, rushing to get up, remembering where they were and afraid Dorian was about to walk on them like that.

“Apologies, vhenan, I forgot myself,” Solas mumbled while he got up too, seeming a bit flustered and out of breath…Lavellan guessed she probably looked just the same.

“No, don’t apologize,” Lavellan replied. The only thing Solas could apologize for was not choosing a more private place to set his quarters.

She hurried to button up her shirt again, so Dorian didn’t walk in to see the Inquisitor with her boobs practically falling out of the garment, and Solas reached to help her. When they heard the heavy wooden door opening, they pulled away as if they were burning…considering how heated Lavellan was feeling, it wouldn’t surprise her that much if her skin could actually burn Solas’ fingers.

“Good afternoon,” Dorian greeted as he walked in. “Apologies again, the book just slipped past my fingers.”

Lavellan didn’t know if he’d gotten a peak of them from upstairs, or if he’d heard them, or if he’d just had a lucky guess, but with the way Dorian was looking at them, she knew he knew what he’d interrupted. 

Lavellan wasn’t sure if she should throw the book to his face or actually thank him for reminding them where they were and how little private Solas’ rotunda actually was. 

“So, how’s your research going?” Dorian asked with an arched eyebrow. “Great, I bet.”

“It’s…” Lavellan’s brain suddenly seemed unable to recall a single thing about what she and Solas had talked about before ending up on the couch. “...going.” 

Dorian snorted at her coming short of words, his amusement growing. At least, he was not openly commenting on what she and Solas were doing instead of researching, though Lavellan knew better than to expect no teasing from him on that matter from then on.

“We weren’t researching, merely putting in common what we know and the information we have until now,” Solas said, more articulately than her. “I thought you were the one researching…still for nothing, I presume.”

Lavellan rolled her eyes. The last thing she needed was Solas and Dorian bickering or, as Varric and she called it, engaging in their contest to see who had the biggest staff. Did they really not see how silly they sounded when they got at it? So much for the wise mages…

“Oh, I am researching, I swear if you follow me around you’ll see my face buried only in books and not in other places.” Dorian shrugged, all innocent and serious looking despite his obvious teasing. 

Solas gave him a murderous look, but the blush that spread across his cheeks and the top of his ears took away from it. It was kind of cute, but Lavellan knew that he’d be beyond mortified if she pointed it out.

“Are you still trying to find his real name?” She asked, trying to steer the conversation into serious matters.

Dorian nodded, picking up the book from the floor. “Once I know who he really is, I’ll expose him to the magisterium.”

“Okay…” Lavellan didn’t know much about Tevinter’s magisterium but she trusted Dorian knew what he was doing. “Let’s get to it, then.”

*

Lavellan walked into the tavern, heading to the bar. She tried to do so every couple of days or so, to ask the bartender how was morale doing. There were always people there, drinking, sometimes looking rather down, other times celebrating victory. The Iron Bull and his Chargers had taken residence there, and Lavellan waved at them.

The minstrel was singing a song about Sera. It was quite catchy, but Sera herself, who was sitting on a wooden banister, looked rather unhappy about it. Lavellan’d heard her muttering how the song was creepy, although the Inquisitor found it cute. 

“Good day to you, Cabot,” Lavellan greeted the bartender. “How’s people lately?”

“Fine. Drunk. Got some complaints about you having time to bed your allies,” Cabot said and Lavellan blinked at him, feeling frozen in place. Had she heard right? “I don’t judge. Much.”

She had heard right. Lavellan gaped like a fish out of water. How and why were people saying that? Had Dorian told people about Solas and her? No, he might tease them, but he wouldn’t go around talking about them. 

There were many things she wanted to say. Many things that she should say, like how it was nobody's business. Or why wouldn’t she be allowed some happiness and love, in her sparse free time? Wasn’t she doing enough, wasn’t she fighting enough, sacrificing enough. Were they going to judge her forever, no matter what?

Instead of saying anything of that, though, she heard herself saying, in a slightly panicked and high-pitched voice that didn’t seem her own, “there were no beds, only a couch.”

What, why would she say something like this?! Now the situation was even more embarrassing, if that was even possible.

Lavellan heard Sera’s laugh and she turned to see her looking so amused, that it made Lavellan feel more embarrassed and upset. Was it her who’d told people about Solas and her? How did she know? Or she didn’t know and had just wanted to joke around for her own amusement.

“On the couch!” Sera cackled, running upstairs when Lavellan rushed to her…she didn’t know why, she was probably looking even worse, running after Sera like an idiot while she kept laughing. “Did he call out ‘elven glory’? I bet he did!”

Still laughing, seeming thoroughly amused, Sera rushed into her room and tried to close the door in Lavellan’s face, but she was quick enough to get into the room too.

“Stop it!” She demanded, upset, but Sera just burst into another fit of giggles. “Is it you who’s been saying those rumors about Solas and me?”

“Rumors? You just said you did it on the couch!” Sera kept laughing and Lavellan was more and more mortified. Why’d she say something like that…and why would she run after Sera afterward. “Besides, no, I didn’t! It’s pretty obvious with how you two look at each other…ugh.”

“We don’t look at each other in any way.” Lavellan hated how childish she sounded. She thought they’d been keeping it private…

“Sure you don’t!” Sera huffed. “You look at him, like, all…Oh, Solas, come here!” She mimicked a high-pitched voice, dreamy eyes, and then smooching sounds, before pulling a face. “It’s embarrassing and disgusting, really. And he? Even more disgusting! Looking at you like he wants to eat you, ugh.”

“He doesn’t look at me like that!” Lavellan felt heat spreading across her cheeks…but maybe Sera had a point, the way Solas looked at her sometimes made her feel…things.

Sera snorted. “He does. The other day, you were sitting judgment, and he was looking at you like he wanted to kneel right there and eat you…yikes.” Sera put on a face before cackling again. “Better bang him on the couch than on the throne, though.”

Lavellan felt her face on fire, and she tried very hard not to imagine Solas kneeling between her thighs while she was on her throne. “I haven’t banged him on the couch!”

“But you just said-”

“I know what I said,” Lavellan interrupted her. “I just…I was just pissed at people talking about my love life…” Not only that, but also talking like she didn’t deserve one.

“You’re the Inquisitor.” Sera shrugged. “People’s gonna talk and gossip about you no matter what.”

“Yeah, I can see that…” Lavellan scoffed. It’d been like that since back in Haven. “I hate it anyway.”

“Why do you care?” Sera shrugged again. “Just ignore them, or better yet, scandalize them more!” Sera laughed. “But maybe Josephine will have a heart attack. She wants it all to be so proper,” she scoffed.

“Wait until she hears that the Inquisitor was shouting at the tavern that she banged the elven apostate on his couch,” Lavellan groaned, mortified, and Sera laughed again.

“But why have you not done it for real?” Sera asked and Lavellan just shrugged…if only she knew herself why Solas kept backing out. “I think you should…I mean, it’s disgusting, but I think maybe if you get Solas laid it’d fix whatever is wrong with him.”

“Nothing’s wrong with him!”

“Sure it isn’t.” Sera snorted. “And I think you need to get laid too…even if it’s with Solas.” She made a face of disgust, cackling when Lavellan huffed. “You deserve it. Every time you win a fight, he should get his face bet-”

“I really, really don’t want to keep talking about this,” Lavellan rushed to stop Sera’s lewd comments. “I’m gonna go and try to do some damage control, say I was trying to joke or something…”

“Pfff…good luck with that.”

Sera’s laugh echoed as Lavellan walked out of her room.

*

When Lavellan walked to Solas’ rotunda, her mood was sour. She had caught some more insinuated comments about her love life and some looks, and she felt pretty done with the day. As she went to open the door, she heard someone snickering behind her, and she turned to glare at everything and everyone, but couldn’t catch the culprit.

Solas smiled when she walked in, but it turned into a frown when he noticed her face, as if reading her mood.

“Something wrong?” He asked.

“No, not really.” She didn’t want to tell him about the rumors. She didn’t want them perhaps ruining his mood too, and maybe turning him self-conscious. The last thing she needed was Solas pulling away from her. “But I just feel done with people for today…no matter what, nothing I do is enough and it almost seems like I don’t deserve anything good of my own,” she ranted.

Solas moved closer to her and took her hand in his. “What happened, vhenan?”

Lavellan considered telling him, but it still felt too embarrassing. She shook her head with a sigh. “I’m just tired of people acting like I’m not a person, just, The Inquisitor, always ready to be used…”

Solas squeezed her hand gently, but before any of them could say anything else, the door opened, revealing Sera there, grinning as she aimed her bow at…them?

“What are you doing?!” Lavellan yelled, she was not scared, just perplexed and angrier.

Sera just laughed, losing an arrow that embedded into Solas’s desk. With a curse, Lavellan jumped to grab Sera, hearing Solas curse in that way he reserved for the rogue, but Sera was quicker, closing the door in Lavellan’s face. When she reopened it, Sera’d disappeared through any of Skyhold’s multiple, labyrinthic corridors.

“Ignore her, vhenan, don’t go running after her,” Solas said, sounding as pissed as her. Sure, the Inquisitor running after Sera yet again, in a hall full of people, would have people talking and giving Josephine a headache.

“What in Mythal’s name has gotten into her…” Lavellan wasn’t sure if she was more angry or confused.

Sera and Solas tended to argue, but it was usually childish and petty (not that Lavellan would say that to any of them and become the new target of their disagreement), but it’d never escalated into shooting at each other…this was probably another of Sera’s odd pranks, but someone should talk some safety into her.

Lavellan turned to inspect the arrow on the desk and saw that Solas was tearing a paper from it. So the prank was not only shooting arrows but also leaving notes with them. Sure, who needed Leliana’s ravens when they had Sera’s arrows.

“So, what is it?” Lavellan asked but Solas didn’t answer, eyes on the note. He made to crumple it, seeming flustered, but Lavellan’s curiosity took the best of her and she reached for the paper.

On it, there were only two words “eat her” and then the doodle of a cat…a pussycat, Sera’d say.

“Oh…” Lavellan said, feeling her cheeks heating…why had she told anything to Sera?

The door opened again, saving them from having to acknowledge the note that Solas quickly crumpled. This time, it was Varric who walked in.

“Was that Sera shooting at you two?” He asked, eyeing the arrow on the desk.

“One of her new pranks, it seems,” Lavellan sighed and Solas scoffed. He still seemed flustered, though Lavellan wasn’t sure if it was due to the note or to Sera’s arrow-shooting antics. Both, probably. “Who cares she might fail and kill one of us.”

“It could be worse.” Dorian’s voice came from upstairs and Lavellan looked up to see him leaning over the library’s banister. “She could have thrown a bottle of bees. She likes that.”

Lavellan grimaced. “Did many people see her?” She asked Varric, who nodded.

“Most of the hall, they’re talking about what’s going on with her now,” he confirmed and Lavellan let out a frustrated groan. “Wait until Josephine hears about it.”

“I’m going out, and you all are coming with me,” Lavellan was more begging than commanding. “We’re going to loudly talk about how good our ‘surprise attack defense’ drills are going. Save Josephine the trouble.”

“If you say so, Inquisitor,” Varric chuckled.

“Then, any of you is going to distract Sera while I fill her quiver with ants.”

*

Today had been an odd day for the Inquisitor. 

Instead of researching their enemies, training, listening to reports, planning, and everything else she did on an usual day, she’d been studying Orlesian politique and learning about etiquette and manners with Josephine. She’d even practiced ballroom dancing with her.

Definitely, an odd day for Lavellan.

It was late in the evening and almost everyone had retired to their quarters by the time Lavellan walked into Solas’ rotunda. 

“Vhenan.” Solas was on his desk, studying some papers, but he looked up to smile at her when she walked in. “Do you know everything about proper Orlesian etiquette?” He joked.

“Almost everything. I think Josephine’s going to test me tomorrow.” Lavellan snorted, rolling her eyes. “Do you know what else I’ve been practicing? Ballroom dancing.”

“Oh?” Solas arched an eyebrow at her.

“Yes…do you happen to know anything about ballroom dancing?”

“As a matter of fact, yes I do,” Solas replied, taking Lavellan by surprise. She’d not expected that.

“Really? Where did you learn? Have you ever been at a ball before?” Lavellan couldn’t imagine him, considering what she knew of him, the lonely mage who studied the Fade and dreamed, but who knew.

Solas seemed a bit uncomfortable at her questions and Lavellan wondered if she was being intrusive, but she couldn’t help how curious and intrigued she was.

“I’ve seen some at the Fade,” he finally answered. Lavellan supposed it made sense, but she was still a bit unsure of how the Fade and Solas dreaming worked.

“Did you ballroom danced with spirits? It sounds good.” Lavellan half-joked and Solas gave her a half-smile.

“Something like that.”

“Dance with me now, then.” Lavellan smiled, reaching to take Solas’ hand. “So I’ll have more practice and I’ll surprise Josephine tomorrow with my improved technique.

“My pleasure, vhenan.”

Solas got up and Lavellan giggled when he pulled her to him. His hand was lower on her back and he held closer than it was probably proper in Orlesian etiquette, but Lavellan was certainly now going to complain.

She smiled as she let him guide her, feeling butterflies in her belly at the way Solas looked at her while they danced without music.

Eventually, she stopped, letting go of Solas’ hand to wrap her arms around his neck instead and kiss him.

“Is this a step in orlesian ball dances?” Solas joked.

“Only if I get to dance with you,” she answered before kissing him again.

“Dancing with the elven apostate won’t be good for the Inquisitor’s reputation,” Solas said.

“I don’t care.” She didn’t, she refused to hide Solas as if this was something to be ashamed of, and everyone was talking anyway.

Lavellan kissed him again and Solas pulled her to him with his hands on her hips, holding her so tight to him that Lavellan had to almost cling to his shoulders to keep upright and stay on her feet, bending back at the intensity of his kisses. She felt like she was melting, dizzy and light-headed almost, and still she couldn’t get enough.

She took a few steps back, struggling to keep her balance, and her ass hit Solas’ desk. He pushed at her until she sat down on it, opening her legs to accommodate him between them.

Solas let go of her hips to instead hold her face, kissing her deeply, before he moved from her lips to place kisses down her jaw and neck. Lavellan was wearing one of her high-collared shirts and she rushed to unbutton it, leaving more skin free for Solas to kiss, shivering in delight at the feeling of her hot mouth on her sensitive skin.

She kept unbuttoning past her neckline, reaching her cleavage. She forced herself to open her eyes, glancing upstairs. She couldn’t hear anyone at the library and it was late, probably everyone was already gone. Solas sucked on her neck and she gasped, squeezing her thighs to his sides, her fingers moving again, unbuttoning her shirt  past her chest, not stopping until it was fully open.

Solas pulled away from her neck to look down at her now open shirt, nothing under it, before leaning to hold his forehead against hers, nudging it ever so slightly. He slid a hand down her exposed skin, caressing it softly, from her neck down to her chest, his fingers brushing her nipple as he cupped her breast, making Lavellan gasp and press closer to him, kissing his lips again, while Solas’ hand kept its journey down, leaving a trail of warmth on Lavellan’s skin as he caressed her.

Solas pulled back from her lips to lower his mouth to her neck, trailing a path of kisses down the length of it, past her collarbone, down to her chest.

He kissed a spot between her breasts and then moved to kiss her nipple. His warm tongue brushed over it before he sucked it into his mouth and Lavellan let out a moan, pressing her thighs harder against him and crossing her legs behind his hips, trying to push him closer to her.

She felt Solas gasp against her breast at it, before he circled her nipple with his tongue, moving then to her other breast, kissing his way to her nipple and giving it the same treatment. Lavellan placed a hand at the back of Solas’ head as her hips rocked and writhled, trying to brush and press against him.

Solas released her nipple and trailed a path of warm, open-mouthed kisses down her body, unwrapping her legs from him so he could fall to his knees, kissing her lower belly, before pulling back to look at her. The sight of him knelt between her thighs almost made Lavellan moan.

Solas had her hands half over her naked skin, half over the waist of her trousers, and Lavellan rocked her hips again, trying to lift them to him and encourage him to keep going, if he wanted to. She really hoped he wanted to. It seemed like so, with that hunger in his eyes and that way of looking at her like he was starving for her, but it was not the first time he stopped when things got heated between them, though they’d never gone this far.

His fingers pressed harder on her warm skin and Lavellan let out a small, needy sound, her hips writhing again, desperate for more of his touch. Solas smirked at it and leaned over to kiss her belly.

He pulled back so he could unbuckle her boots, taking them off, and then he hooked his fingers on the waistband of her uniform trousers, looking at Lavellan’s face, waiting. She lifted her hips, trying to encourage him and help him take off her trousers, and so he did, sliding them down her legs along with her small clothes, leaving her completely exposed.

“Vhenan…” Solas whispered as his hands caressed up her thighs. 

Her only response was a small, needy moan. Liquid heat pooled between her legs, and the heated way Solas was looking at her, like he couldn’t wait to devour her, was not helping.

Lavellan thought he was about to bury his head between her thighs, and her hips bucked towards him at the thought, but instead, Solas pulled back slightly to kiss her ankle, then up her calf, placing her leg over his shoulder.

His lips reached her thigh, placing open-mouthed kisses on it, while his hand caressed and kneaded her other thigh, opening her leg wider. He kissed her inner thigh and Lavellan called his name in a needy whisper, the ache between her legs unbearable.

Finally, he lowered his mouth to her. His tongue slidded up her wetness, slowly, and Lavellan took in a shaky breath, closing her eyes. She moaned when his tongue reached her clit, circling it, and her head tilted back. She reached a hand behind her, trying to grab onto the desk somehow so she wouldn’t fall back on it, her other hand flying to Solas’ head.

Small moans and gasps left her lips as his tongue kept pleasuring her, every nerve on her feeling like it was on fire. He stroked Solas’ scalp, gently first, but when he sucked on her clit, she couldn’t help but push his head closer to her with a moan.

His slow pace, with lazy, deep licks along her wetness and clit, alternating with his warm lips sucking her nub, was maddening and yet it felt so, so good.

Her hips kept writhing and lifting, trying to rock onto his mouth, and as they picked their pace, so did Solas, his tongue flicking her clit before sucking on it again. Lavellan moaned, and her thighs tried to close around his head, but Solas kept them open, grabbing them tight, and he moaned into her, making her cry out again.

Whimpers and moans kept falling down her lips as Solas kept going, his tongue and lips moving on her until she couldn’t take it anymore, the pleasure building up until she exploded. 

Lavellan cried out, pushing Solas’ face even closer to her while her quivering thighs closed around his head again.  This time Solas let them, moving one of his hands to hold her ass instead, squeezing. 

His lips were wrapped around her clit, sucking on it as she climaxed, and he kept going while she spasmed and moaned, slowing down only when her grip on his head relaxed. Lavellan stroked his head, trying to catch her breath while small moans still fell down her lips.

When her thighs stopped shaking and fell open, her legs unwrapping from around him, Solas pulled back, kissing her thigh a few times before looking up at her. Lavellan smiled at him, feeling a bit out of herself still, and she caressed his face, cupping his cheek and brushing her thumb over his lips, wet with her moisture.

The intensity with which he was looking at her made her belly flutter and her heart squeeze. He seemed as out of breath as her, and Lavellan tugged at him gently until he got back onto his feet.

“Come here, ma’arlath,” she whispered to him. Holding his face, she leaned to kiss him, and Solas seemed to almost melt into her as he kissed her back, holding her tight to him.

Lavellan slid a hand down his body, reaching the hem of his shirt and pushing it under it, caressing his warm skin, and she felt Solas taking a sharp breath against her lips. She moved to kiss his neck instead and Solas let out a half-gasp, half-moan.

“Vhenan…” He whispered, shivering when Lavellan trailed a path of kisses across his neck.

When she slid her hand down towards his groin, though, Solas reached to stop it, taking her hand on his. Lavellan pulled back to look at his face, worried that something might be wrong. Solas didn’t say anything, but lifted her hand to his lips, kissing it.

“Are you okay?” Lavellan asked him quietly, and Solas nodded with a soft smile.

“You?” He asked back, his voice huskier than Lavellan was expecting.

She smiled. “I believe I need another word…I’m much, much better than okay.”

Solas’ smile turned into a smirk, and he let out a low chuckle before he leaned to kiss her again. Lavellan didn’t try to touch him again or pushed him for more, this was the further they’d gone without Solas pulling away and stopping, and she didn’t want to risk it, even if she wanted to make him feel as good as he’d made her feel. She could wait.

Solas pulled back and reached down to take her small clothes and her trousers, sliding them up her legs again, and Lavellan wiggled until her trousers were back in place. Next, he got her boots, carefully putting them back on her feet and buckling them. Lastly, he carefully buttoned up her shirt.

Once she was dressed again, Solas gave her lips a soft, brief kiss, and pulled back, holding her hands on his and helping her off the desk. Her legs felt a bit shaky and bobbly, she felt like she might just melt or perhaps float, and Lavellan had to hold to Solas to keep her balance. She didn’t miss his quick smirk at it.

Lavellan wasn’t sure of what to do or what to say now, they’d never done anything like this before…she knew she wanted to stay with Solas as long as she could, though, and have him hold her again.

“I know it’s late but do you mind if I stay here with you for a bit longer?” She asked.

Solas smiled in a way that made Lavellan’s heart skip a beat. “Of course, vhenan.”

He took a book from his desk and walked her to the couch with her hand on his, sitting down and pulling her close until Lavellan was snuggled against his chest, his arms wrapped around her and the book angled in a way so she could read it too.

*

NA:

I worked hard on this fic, it was out of my comfort zone, and I hope some of you can enjoy it, please check the other chapters if you missed them and thanks for taking the time to read this.

If you liked it, please let me know in a comment, and as always, reblogs are more than welcome.

I'm not usually a smut writer, it's not my thing, I'm usually a fluff, hurt/comfort person, but I don't know what Solavellan has done to me.

The desk's the one in which I kept landing after jumping from the library.

I hope they can have their happy ending, but I'll have to write it if they don't.

Excuse my English, it’s not my first language.

[in1-nutshell]

Hello again! If its okay to request TFA, a continuation of Triple changer Buddy?

Blitzwing react/interact to Triple changer Buddy and their personas.

When Triple changer meets Triple changer, what do you think happens?

Hope you enjoy!

Bot Buddy the Triple changer meets Blitzwing

SFW, Platonic, Cybertronain reader

TFA

They met each other in the park.

Blitzwing had heard from around that there was a huge babysitter bot in the city.

He thought that the bot would be perfect for spare parts. If the bot was as big as the rumors were, then it could easily be scrapped and used for inventions or the med bay.

So, he went flying to look for the bot.

After an hour of flying around the triple changer found nothing.

Taking a break, he went to one of the parks and walked around.

“Why are we here again? The bot is nowhere here!”—Hot head

“But these daisies are!”--Random

“We are taking a break before we resume our search.”--Icy

“Why can’t we blast this place!”—Hot head

“No! Look at the pretty little birds! Look how they fly—”--Random

THUNK!

“Hey watch were you’re going!”—Hot head

“You watch—”--Guardian

Buddy and Blitzwing stare at each other.

“Great…”—Buddy and Blitzwing

All Buddy wanted to do was take the kids to the park for bird watching.

Now they had to deal with this Decepticon.

And on such a perfect day too!

It had taken so much time and patience to get permission slips from the parents to let the kids go out on a field trip to the park. They did manage to sort everything out better once some of the parents became chaperones for the trip.

The two triple changers met face to face.

…

And the two screamed.

“AAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!”--Buddy

“AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!”--Blitzwing

Buddy and Blitzwing falling backwards.

Blitzwing quickly snaps out of it and stands up with his canons raised.

“Servos where I can see them Autobot!”—Hot head

Buddy is still in shock seeing the Decepticon.

A rock hits Hot head in the chin.

“Leave them alone!”--Johnny

A twig hits his pede.

“Beat it you big meanie!”--Suzzy

Ms. Jones pulling out a rather large taser from her purse.

“You stay away from them you heartless little—”—Ms. Jones

Guardian quickly standing up and putting themselves in front of the group before looking down concerningly at the long taser

“Ms. Jones why do you even have that big of a taser in your purse?!”--Guardian

“That doesn’t matter right now sweety.”—Ms. Jones

“I feel like it should matter. That thing is the size of a cattle prod! How did that even fit?!”--Guardian

“I got it at a local flea market a few years back. Rebecca said it was some sort of hazard or something. Back to what I was saying, get your over-sized toaster oven butt out of here!”—Ms. Jones

The two triple changers are ready to throw down.

But they don’t, instead they take the time to size each other up.

Guardian and Hothead are ready to fight.

But then Hot head changes to Icy, surprising the other bot.

“Well, this was unexpected.”--Icy

Guardian changing to Carrier.

“That makes two of us then. And you are?”--Carrier

“Blitzwing.”--Blitzwing

“And…”--Carrier

“Oh? I… no one really asks that… I am Icy, one of my counter parts you met was Hot head.”--Icy

“Fitting name. Fiery personality.”--Carrier

Icy suddenly switched to Random.

“And I’m Random! Who are you? We haven’t met another Triple changer in decacycles!”--Random

Carrier switching to Jester who grabs Random’s servo and shakes it vigorously.

“Crazy! We’ve never met a Triple changer before! This is our first time! Oops! Where are my manners! The first one was Guardian, the second one was Carrier and last but certainly not least… ME! I’m Jester! Hero to humor and slayer of boredom!”--Jester

“OOOOOOHHHHH! I like you! I like you a lot! I—”--Random

Random turns back to Icy and Jester turns back to Carrier, both holding their helms a bit.

“What just happened?”--Johnny

“I have no idea…”--Suzzy

“Maybe Buddy found a new friend.”--Johnny

“Well, I don’t trust him.”—Ms. Jones

Icy and Carrier come back looking a bit embarrassed and both share a look.

They knew the slight pain it was to have all the personalities in order.

Especially keeping the more… eccentric ones at bay.

“Random was right about us not seeing another Triple changer in decacycles… would you, by any chance, be open to taking a walk with us.”--Icy

“A walk?”—Carrier

“Yes.”--Icy

“And the war? I don’t have anything to do with that now.”--Carrier

“Nothing about the war. Just Triple changer to Triple changer.”--Icy

Carrier hesitated, remembering the kids and their parents.

The kids and parents looked at their bot and then to the Con.

They didn’t like the idea of their friend going on a walk with someone like him.

But they also knew Buddy was curious about the Triple Changer.

They… they needed this.

“It’s okay Buddy. You can go.”—Ms. Jones

“Ms. Jones? Are… are you sure? What about the kids and—”--Buddy

“Let us worry about them, they are our kids after all.”—Ms. Jones

“And what it looks like, you need this.”—Ms. Smith

“I…”--Buddy

“Its okay Buddy! We’ll see each other tomorrow!”--Johnny

Yeah! Then we can play hide and seek!”--Suzzy

“And color!”--Kyle

“You heard them, Buddy. Go on now don’t be shy.”—Ms. Smith

“I… Thank you.”--Buddy

“No problem! But if the toaster over there gives you any trouble—”—Ms. Jones

“I’ll call Prime.”--Buddy

“That’s the Buddy we know. Have fun!”—Ms. Jones

Once the last of the humans left Buddy turned to Blitzwing and the two began their walk.

It was a nice walk.

Both comparing notes about how they manage their personalities and some funny stories here and there.

“Wait are you serious?!”--Jester

“Yes! Then Lugnut came in, with the button out, only to have a rock press it and BOOM!”—Hot head

HAHAHAHA!”--Jester

“Okay now you’re turn!”--Random

“Well, there was this time Timmy stuck a crayon up his nose and didn’t tell me until he was sneezing green snot!”--Jester

“EEWWWHAHAHAHA!”--Random

Never once talking about the others fraction.

This was something personal.

They both needed this.

Finally, it was time for Blitzwing to head back to base.

“This was fun!”--Jester

“Absolutely!”--Random

Jester changing to Carrier and Random to Icy.

“We should do this again. This was nice.”--Carrier

“Agreed, we should schedule later on.”--Icy

“Yes!”--Carrier

“Then it is settled.”--Icy

“Then until meet again Blitzwing!”--Buddy

“Until then Buddy!”--Blitzwing

“Fly safe!”--Jester

“Watch out for snow geese!”—Guardian

Blitzwing flies off.

Buddy sighing.

“You can all come out now.”--Buddy

“…”

“I know you all were watching us… thank you for having my back, even though I didn’t need it.”--Buddy

“You’re welcome!”--Johnny

“Shh!”--Suzzy

“They know we’re here already!”--Timmy

“Well, now they do!”--Tyler

[the-ace-with-spades]

Fic idea I'll probably never write:

Actor Bradley + still naval aviator Jake AU

Bradley was a theater kid and he was a really good theatre kid - his last high school won a national award for a musical he had the main male role and a play he's the main character and his theater club teacher encouraged him to send audition tape for acting schools. He does, just to get her off his back and he gets further auditions for Juilliard and Tisch, somehow.

Mav, who is trying very hard to change Bradley's plans to join the Navy by encouraging him to apply to as many colleges as he can, tells him to go, just in case he likes it. He gets a spot in Juilliard around the same time he finds out Mav pulled his papers from USNA. It's supposed to be just something to fill the time until he can join NOCS when he gets his degree, he doesn't actually think he'll be an actor full time, he just wants to be as far away from Mav and Ice as he can.

Things happen fast - he has his first Broadway role before he graduates. Within the next few years, he stars in an extremely popular TV show in one of the main male roles, he's got a side role in a box office breaking movie, and then he gets cast as the main character for a series of action movies (ala MI or FaF). He's one of those actors that does dangerous stunts himself and who is called a madman by most of his co-stars and gets a reputation as the crazy but absolutely the funniest and kindest guy ever who stars in way too many productions every year. Fans know him as the guy who engages in charity work, donates and promotes charities for orphans, veterans and minorities and as the guy that goes to random bars and sings musical numbers on untuned pianos. His main revenue are the popular action movies but he stars in more traditionally demanding roles for the challenge (dramas, tragedies, thrillers) and romantic comedies and musicals for funnsies and in indie movies way under his budget for the sake of artistic creation.

(Mav and Ice watched every single production he had been in, a few unavailable Broadway productions aside. Most of them, they have on DVDs.)

He had a lot of luck because his breaking side role was directed by one guy and that guy loved him and pushed him into many of his movies later and then the same happened with another two directors.

His career hits a tough point when his sexuality comes out (unwillingly). There are rumors and a lot of people who were fans of his action movies come around and talk shit about him and he decides to take a break from acting for a bit.

He's a year into the break when his friendly director calls and says he's got a military action movie for him. A movie about naval aviators, about fighter pilots. To be filmed raw, in real planes, in real flight, with real pilots.

Bradley says no straight away. But then his friend is like, I know you've got a pilot licence already and you fly planes for fun, don't you want to share the fun with the rest of the cast, don't you want to fly a fighter jet?

Bradley has always wanted to fly a fighter jet, that's what hurts most about it all, so he agrees.

He hasn't talked to Mav or Ice for over fifteen years when he finds out that the Dagger Squadron the cast got their assigned pilots from is led by Pete Maverick Mitchell and said Pete Maverick Mitchell is going to be performing the most demanding jet stunts needed for the movie.

Bradley's assigned pilot for the rest of the film is a very reluctant Jake Hangman Seresin.

Hangman doesn't watch movies and definitely not action movies. He's a romantic comedy kinda guy because his life is an action movie with ad breaks for paper work and training. So he doesn't know Bradley and like hell he's going to be flying for some hollier than thou actor - he's going to put him in his place and make him puke as many times as possible the minute he sits in his backseat.

It doesn't work. Bradshaw doesn't puke once. He's almost impressed.

He's definitely impressed when Bradshaw stops by the Hard Deck, looking absolutely not like someone who earns millions every year, wearing an old Hawaiian shirt, an old pair of jeans, sunglasses and a worn out Casio watch, and Nikes that have seen better days and sits down at the piano with Jake's squad and bursts out songs after songs, sounding like a freaking angel. He has to leave when people start asking about autographs from left and right.

Maybe Bradshaw is hot, whatever. He still doesn't think he's a big deal, he's probably a mediocre actor at best, some pretty boy with rich parents that could send him to acting school and who probably grew up with money that could buy him a career.

They have problems working together, obviously, and Bradley is like, fuck that, and tells him the address of a private airport and tells him to show up at four.

Jake thinks he's going to make him fly a small private plane for the sake of bonding but instead Bradshaw packs into the passenger seat of a new piston sport plane and starts it off. Doesn't explain anything, just takes Jake up in the sky, ignores his chatter until they're in the air space where he can do some funny bits and maneuvers.

At some point, the plane tells him Bradshaw is pulling 6 Gs.

In the end, Bradshaw tells him, "I don't care what you think of me, I just want you to fly the goddamn plane like I'd."

And okay, maybe Hangman starts finding him a bit hot.

He googles him. And watches some of his movies. And his rom coms and his musicals and he reads and reads and maybe Bradshaw isn't that bad.

They start to talk between film takes and then he takes Bradshaw to relax to a taco stand where he won't be recognised. Then to an ice cream place, and bowling, and surfing, and then again and again, until finally, Bradley lands at Jake's house.

In Jake's bed.

Everything would be absolutely fine but not even a few days later not only tabloids find out all about Bradshaw's gay navy romance - his sexual orientation being a topic Bradley's been avoiding as much as he could in the past year - but also about all the things he's told Jake during their dates, like about Goose and about his (unnamed) Navy gay parents and about how tough it was for him in college and then how tough it was being in the closet while in the industry.

Obviously, Bradley thinks the worst about Jake and how all that info surfaced.

(this gets somehow resolved but I didn't think that far - they get together and Bradley reconciles with Mav and Ice and they have an awkward meet the parents moment when Hangman finds out)

[minaharker1897]

Okay, first attempt at a one shot:

(In an alternate universe where Leia said “screw it” and became a crazy rebellious direct thorn in the Empire’s side. Obi wan couldn’t just watch, so he’s been training her)

“Hey, remember that bitch Anakin Skywalker?”

Vader paused his stride, turning to face the bounty hunter.

“…. Yes….” Vader said cautiously, turning to face him.

“Well, apparently he sired a kid. She’s also a bitch, but way smart and a wicked good pilot.”

“Where did you find this information?”

“Oh, it came up in bar conversation…. It’s a rumor but there’s a little rebel pilot girl that really looks like that one senator, Amidala I think her name was… she blew up a base last week.”

“Would she be on the imperial database?”

“Probably-“

“You are dismissed.”

The bounty hunter sputtered for a moment before agreeing to leave. Vader watched him go down the hallway, rolling the information through his brain over and over. A daughter…. How was that possible? He would have to look….

But what was her name?

He opened the door to his quarters and went to his pod, sinking into deep meditation.

His mind searched through the corners of the galaxies, weaving in and out through the brighter force signatures until….

***

She felt light probing around the edges of her shields. Not many force users could do that anymore…. Not many were even alive. What if this was another connection? She tentatively reached out, trying to gauge what she was looking at.

The presence was cold, dark, and foreboding. It washed over her like an icy river, beckoning her towards it.

She pulled back and snapped out of her meditative state.

“Did something happen?” Kenobi looked up at her, his worried expression deepening the lines of his time worn face. She knew he had experienced great tragedy in his many years, but he always shook off any questions she had. He was like a father to her, with Bail Organa being a true afterthought. She loved him, but he hadn’t spoken to her since she had become a pilot.

She would like to think it was for her safety, but she couldn’t fool herself.

“Oh, I just felt something…. I opened up to it but it was dark…. Colder than I thought it would be.”

The color drained from his face.

“Cold? Was it trying to pull you closer?

She nodded, growing increasingly uneasy. “Does that mean anything?”

“Was it far away?”

“Well I don’t-“

“This is very important. Was it far away?”

“It felt pretty far off.”

He sighed with relief. “We still ought to move…. Do you feel it trailing you at all?”

“No….”

“Let’s move out. I’m flying, though, crazy kiddo.”

***

He came out of his meditation, determined. Her force presence was warm, with dark undercurrents and slight hints at playfulness. She felt like she was his…. And hers. Both of theirs. Perfect in every way.

He stood up and went into the control center, requesting the imperial citizen database. The request was quickly processed and a few minutes later he was searching through the registered citizen base.

He first narrowed it down by age. She would be sixteen right now, assuming she was born right before her mother died. That would also put her birthday on empire day, and he put that down too.

There were around a thousand matches, but only one jumped out at him.

Leia Organa.

The force rang with promise as he clicked into her records. She was registered as that infernal Aldera senator’s daughter and her official midichlorian count was 2500, but he suspected that was falsified. He took a moment to look at her ID photo.

She had long brown hair and my eye shape, with some slight blue central heterochromia as well. Her face was almost a perfect mix of our faces with my coloring. She had obviously inherited his curly hair as well.

And she was perfect. He wanted nothing more than to have her in his arms and tell her how much her father wanted her…. And how she was stolen.

Kenobi.

He had taken his daughter and left Padme to die. He seethed with rage at the thought of him simply leaving her body behind as he stole the baby… and gave her to that infernal Organa to cover his tracks no less.

As for his baby girl, all he knew was that he loved her. He didn’t know before but now that he knew she was alive he wouldn’t rest until she was safe within his care.

And suddenly an alarm went off.

They were under attack.

***

Leia swerved and dove through the space battle in her x wing, barely missing the constant barrage of blaster fire behind her. She couldn’t afford to dwell on it, but she knew she was in trouble.

Suddenly, a larger TIE fighter loomed in front of her and she attempted to swerve around it, only for it to follow her.

The other fighters fell back as the new one chased her through the battlefield, attempting to engage her. She was usually able to shake any tailers, but this time she was outmatched.

One of her wings was shot off and she was immediately snapped up by a short range tractor beam eminating from the fighter behind her.

***

He could feel the force presence inside the ship. Careful not to hurt her, he reached inside her mind and put her to sleep. The x wing immediately stopped fighting and he pulled her into the hangar.

As soon as oxygen was available, he opened the hatch.

The girl was lying in the cockpit, asleep. Her mouth was slightly ajar, just like hers was when she was fully claimed by sleep. Her brown hair was in a loose braid down her shoulder, and her outfit was a simple brown tunic with the rebel emblem plastered across the front.

She was perfect. She was his daughter.

He carefully lifted her out of the hatch and took her into the medical bay, where her midichlorian count was found to be 25,000 and she was confirmed to indeed be his daughter. Although she was mostly healthy, her blood showed signs of malnutrition and the scars on her back indicated some undeserved brutality.

He sat next to her and waited for her to wake.

***

She opened her eyes in a bright room and she immediately squinted to preserve her vision. She wasn’t strapped down, but she could feel some slight throbbing in her head and fingertips.

She turned and saw Darth Vader sitting next to her.

“Hello, Leia. I am your father.”

Okay, should I continue this? Should I write an entire fanfic based on this premise? Lemme know pls!

[dailyreverie]

nuzzle or care with organa!reader and poe please 💞

Care

Part of the Your Wish is my Command universe, but can be read as a stand-alone

A/N: I said to myself "oh sure a quick hurt/comfort blurb" and then it turned into 1k words. I'm not sorry. Anyway, thank you so much for requesting! I hope you enjoy it! (Also I realized the reader should be Solo, not Organa, so I'm making that change starting now...)

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Solo!Reader

Word Count: 1k words

CW: Hospital setting, mention of injuries and canon-typical violence.

SERIES MASTERLIST

It was never easy to hear that Poe was at the med bay. You had joined the General briefly after your duties with your squad, once she had summoned you, and once you knew Poe was back; the news of his return, though, came with an unexpected announcement: “I had to sent him there,” your mother had said. “After he described what happened he had to get checked.”

Naturally, you rushed there. It was stupid to deny the amount of worry you were going through had nothing to do with the blossoming feeling you had for the pilot, feelings you were doing your best to hide, and feelings you were sure were probably too obvious to anyone who had ever seen you both talking.

You found Poe on one of the nurse stations, sat on the bed like a scolded child as a nurse did a check-up. As you approached him the damage done on his face became more visible, twisting your stomach with every step you took.

“What are you doing here?” You asked himas the nurse kept checking on his injuries.

Poe, after a deep breath that seemed to be holding every ounce of pain, replied. “Just hangin’” You could only roll your eyes at him, crossing your arms against your chest. “We were ambushed, and we were not expecting explosions. Hit my head a bit there and the General sent me here.”

“I’m guessing you found the First Order?” Your question came quickly since thinking about an ambushed and injured Poe on a mission would make your stomach turn even more.

“We found an outpost, a couple members of the squad stayed behind to track the next system they’re heading to.” The nurse tilted his head up to clean up his neck, full of burn marks and bruises, and the motion made his eyes close as he looked up. You took the chance to take a step closer, unable to stay so far away from him anymore. “I had to get back to inform the General and get some repairs done on Black One. Flying with the ship after how it ended would’ve been completely useless.”

The nurse turned to soak the towel again, and right before she could place it on Poe again you stopped her arm with a soft touch to her arm. “I got it from here, I need to ask a few more questions.” She only eyed between you and him, as if making sure you knew what you had to do. You shared a quick smile and with that, she was gone.

Ignoring Poe’s drilling gaze you soaked and twisted the towel before taking a final step closer to him. The need to make sure he was alright was killing you - to touch him and feel that he was fine. With a hand behind his neck, you held his head as he tilted it back again, letting you continue the work. “Are you okay?” You finally asked. It wasn’t typical for high-ranked officers around base to be so emotional, to care so deeply about colleagues - let alone a Lieutenant, much less the General’s daughter; if anyone saw you getting so close to him the rumors would start flying like crazy.

Poe could’ve replied anything, a bunch of teasing questions came to mind - Was that the question you needed to ask? Is that why you came rushing here? for example - but when he looked at you, with your hands so carefully cleaning his face, and your eyes looking at him with this sweetness behind them, all he saw was a true feeling of care, of wanting to confirm that he was safe, he couldn’t be sarcastic to you like that. 

He looked for your gaze just by looking up at you, and once he found it he smiled softly and replied: “I’m okay.” 

“Good.” You were able to smile, letting out your worries through a sigh. Your fingers guided his head to the side in a slow movement, letting you see the loud bruise that was starting to turn his temple a mix of purple and red. “How’s your head?”

“Hurts a little.” With a grimace, you turned his head to the original position and started looking for an ice pack in the small cooler at the med station. “I’m sorry if I worried you.” He spoke as you kept looking.

“Please, don’t apologize. As if you don’t have enough on your plate already.” With a couple of ice packs you approach him again. You could see from his hooded eyes that he was in pain, and that he was never going to admit it, so you helped him the best way you knew how. With one pack on his neck and the other one on his temple, Poe audibly sighed and finally relaxed, closing his eyes and leaning against your hand.

“Oh, Maker- You are a saint aren’t you?”

“Barely,” You chuckled. “I just used to watch Mom clean up my brother after practices… or fights.” Poe opened his eyes to look at you in surprise. In the few months since you’ve known each other, your brother had never been mentioned before. “Ice packs were always on our fridge, life-savers, he called them once.”

“Guess that teaches you a thing or two.” Poe said with caution, not really sure if he could ask more about your brother or not.

“It does.” You met his eyes for what felt like hours and smiled, a tiny, discreet smile that only showed up for him. During that smile you noticed he began to get sleepy, maybe the pain had left or maybe it was the hit he took, anyways, you could not risk it. “I’m sending the nurse back in, don’t want you falling asleep on me with a possible concussion.”

“Hey-” As you removed the ice from his body and began to turn around, he grabbed your wrist quickly to not let you get away. It took him a beat when he saw you looking at him with worry again. “Thank you.” Poe whispered, his eyes lighting up like a thousand stars.

Your free hand reached his hair and pushed it back with soft fingertips. “Anytime.” You replied in the same way, with a whispered promise that said you would always, always, be sure he is alright.

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[viceconnor21]

Crow Keeper AKA Phiza Minecraft

Personality traits (short version):

Old as dirt (appears in his mid 30's)

skilled fighter

survival skills 10/10

wise

cares deeply for his sons

oldest friend and battle partner is Anarchy Reign

can't fly due to damaged wing (can glide)

hippogriff

called the angel of death

married to the Goddess of death ( nobody believes him)

raised two adopted sons, after the war he and his wife had a biological son

loyal to his friends only

followed around by a flock of crows

can only see his wife in his dreams

crows are messagers from his wife

Does not age or fall sick.

is not invulnerable (he can be injured or killed by person or accident)

Wife- Soul Keeper Youngest son (biological) - Tripwire Middle son (adoptive) - Day Shaker oldest son (adoptive)- Note Weaver/ Final Sonata Best friend- Anarchy Reign

Dark wings accompanied by an ebony flock of chattering crows, Crow Keeper has returned from his latest mission.

Crow Keeper is an ancient hippogriff—the wisest and most admired protector in his land. While hippogriffs are known as feared fighters of the Mountains and sky, Crow has a ruined wing that keeps him from flying. Despite this, he has become skilled in the art of gliding. He uses this skill to best the winged opponents that naturally underestimate him. Crow’s damaged wing keeps him from transforming into his SeaPony form that other hippogriffs are known for. While he misses the sea nearly as much as he misses the air, if he were to transform, the extreme damage to his wing structure would translate to his fins. This would cause an inability to move through the water, possibly causing him to drown. No creature knows what his sea form actually looks like. And nobody alive knows what caused his life-altering injury. When asked about it, Crow Keeper will only say it happened a lot time ago.

Rumors say he is very old despite appearing middle-aged. Some say he controls dark magic. Others say he is an immortal god trapped in a mortal body. Despite this, his two adopted sons don’t really care how old he is as long as they can make fun of him for it. They call him Crows Feet, a nickname that Crow Keeper finds terribly annoying. When asked how old the hippogriff is, his answers always change. Some days, Crow will say he’s thousands of years old and others he says he’s only 30-something. No matter what he says, he’s always deadly serious. Of course, this must be some kind of joke, right?

Crow Keeper is a retired warrior who still occasionally goes on adventures for his own amusement. He is often followed by a flock of crows that seem to do his bidding. He wields an enchanted crimson sword with the ability to pierce anything. It glows faintly with an unknown energy. He also wears a deep crimson heart pendant around his neck. He never takes it off. Crows tell everybody that it was given to him by his wife. His beautiful and powerful beloved one, who actually lives in another dimension, and who whispers to him in his dreams. Despite his insisting that she is in fact real and is a great giant goddess, everyone assumes he’s crazy. Maybe even getting a little too gray in the beak. His mark is a blood-red sword with gray wings, representing his destiny to fight against injustice.

His adoptive sons are Day Shaker the pegasus and Note Weaver the crystal unicorn. In addition, the fierce immortal draconequus, Anarchy Reign likes to think of the hippogriff as the father figure he never had, despite knowing that he is way older than Crow himself.

Finally, Crow Keeper has no allegiance to anyone but his family. After his many years, he has seen war, loss, misery, and so many lives ripped away. Crow knows it's the mark you leave in the world. He wants to be a positive force in the world for his wife, sons, and friends. After the painful mercy killing of his eldest son and the brutal attack of the butcher army on his best friend, Crow Keeper made it his mission to help destroy L’Maneberg, knowing its existence was destined to cause more pain.

So what's the truth about the old bird? How old is he, how did he really injure his wing, is he actually just losing his mind?

In reality, his story began a long time before the formation of L’Maneberg, before most hippogriffs were driven into the sea. Crow Keeper was born into a time of peace and prosperity for the tiny kingdom on the cliffs by the sea. Hippogriffs and Sea Ponies came and went as they wished. Powerful warriors and craftmanes respected by the surrounding kingdoms. Things changed when the Griffon empire began to expand and move south. The destructive army fought and burned its way through the land, taking the land by force and leaving no room for opposition. Those who did not flee were killed or enslaved. By this time, Crow Keeper was a young colt who had become skilled in claw-to-claw swordplay and in the use of a bow and arrow. He was slowly moving up the ranks when all-out war was waged against the invaders. He fought in many bloody battles, many victorious. However, numbers will outweigh even the most skilled warriors. It was on that fateful day where Crow finally met her.

It was his final battle, he had no doubt. The griffon army had driven his people into the sea where they would be safe. He had seen too many friends and loved ones die by the end of hateful metal. He was in charge of the last battalion holding off the opposing military forces. By this time he had unwillingly become a captain and a leader. He knew if he could just hold them off a little longer the last of his people could get to the safety of the waves below. As his force was being pushed back towards the cliffs, more of his comrades, who had also been fighting tooth and nail, made it to the sea while many others were cut down where they stood. Only a few more moments and they would be free. Finally, he was the last one left. Griffons were retreating, job completed in running off the locals. They took the exudes as a win and many began to raid the abandoned homes and structures for valuables. He was about to transform when he heard a blood curdling cry from a nearby home.

Crow ran to the source of the scream. Bursting into one of the wrecked dwellings, he found a young foal cornered by an ancient grizzled griffon mercenary. The boy had gotten separated in the chaos of the evacuation and being so young he was struggling to shift forms with his fear. The mercenary did not have kind intentions for the youth either. Crow leaped to the boy’s defense. He quickly put the chick in his arms and flew for the broken window. He flew towards the cliff’s edge with the boy in his arms. The griffon was hot on his tail feathers. Finally, in the older hippogriff's arms, the boy felt safe enough to transform. Crow raced to the water’s edge, leaping toward safety when the unthinkable befell him. A devastating blow to his wing had him falling out of the sky and onto the sharp unforgiving rock below. Knowing there was no coming back from an injury in such a vital place so he did the only thing he could. He threw the now fully transformed child as far as he could into the sea and away from the cliff face. to join the fleeing sea ponies. With a satisfying splash, the boy hit the safety of the water now able to join the rest of the fleeing sea ponies. Crow almost smiled as he braced himself for the impact of the cliff below. All Crow felt when he hit the stone was white-hot pain. One thousand of Celetia’s suns burned in his chest, then in his head. To his surprise the fall did not kill him instantly, nor was he skewered on one of the pointed rocks. However, this did seem more painful. Crow could see the edges of his vision going black, knowing he was going to pass out. However, he also saw the old griffon land in front of him. He knew if his eyes closed, he’d never wake again. Determined to die with honor, the hippogriff tried to get to his feet and once again shake off the encroaching darkness. He struggled only for the villain in front of him to taunt and laugh at him. Crow had broken more than his ribs in the fall. Crow braced himself for the killing blow but it never came. Crow watched as the griffon stopped mid-insult, staggered, and fell dead in front of him. Crow was confused, sure it was a trick when he heard humming. A soft sad sound. Somepony was singing. He had heard that melody before, quiet on the wind after a battle. Then he saw her… a stunning purple mare with 6 wings and a golden curved horn. His brain was hazy from the pain. Surely a visage as lovely as this mare was in mind's last attempt to distract him as his body lay dying. Then she spoke. “What an awful creature”, she said. “… A soul so dark and heavy”. Her horn glowed with a faint light and she put something in the shadowy folds of her form. Then she looked to Crow who was now sure he was dying. She looked toward him and spoke. “I know I can’t keep you, but won’t you come with me for just a little while?” Then finally the curtain of black took his consciousness.

He woke in a place with a soft, pale light. Wispy forms moved quickly past him. Luminous crystals lit the area in greens and purples. A large black river ran beside him. Finally, he stood up to see the beautiful mare from before looking at him with a curious gaze. He realized he had seen her before. During times on the battlefield. Whispers of an image. A trick of the light. He saw this mare standing over the bodies of fallen creatures, griffon and hippogriffs alike. “What are you,” he said in awe.

The purple pony explained that she was the Goddess of Death. It was her job to guide the souls of the dead to their final judgment in Tartarus. Of course, Crow was not dead, only in a limbo state due to his injuries. She explained how she had been watching him from afar. She explained that she admired him. He always clung so hard to life but somehow did not fear death. She liked how strong and caring he is, and how he was also quite handsome. When asked about the griffon at the cliffs she explained that he died of a heart attack. The race toward the edge pushed the old mane just too far, and she totally did not have anything to do with pulling his destiny in the right direction.

During his time with the goddess, he fell more and more in love, unknowing and uncaring where or what his mortal body was doing or how much time passed in the overworld. But the goddess could tell the time was nearing. When asked if he could see her again without dying, she told him she would be in his dreams.

When he gained consciousness again, he found he had been taken in by an old diamond dog couple that secretly lived in the cliffside caves. They continued to nurse him until he could walk again. Unfortunately, he would never fly again. He continued to live with the dogs who had shown him kindness and worked to repay his debt. It became his second home now that he could never return to the sea and his people. He stayed with them until their deaths. That night he also saw a ghost of her form. And in his dreams, he was with that beautiful mare. Not every night but many. He spent hours with her, and their love grew deeper even though they were on different planes of existence. Eventually, he asked the goddess to marry him and she accepted. But as you could guess, the goddess lives a long time. Not wanting to see her lover perish she bent the rules just a little. Even if it causes them to wait longer to embrace one another. She cast a powerful spell where the sands of time could no longer touch Crow Keeper. He was now immortal. He would not age or fall into sickness. On the other hoof, this does not mean Crow Keeper is invulnerable as he could still fall to injury and accident, but until then the lovers met in dreams.

Ps. If you made it this far- I did make this design more than a year ago, but I am not looking to redesign this one. In addition, I'm not a writer so I apologize for grammar or spelling errors.

[bbgem329]

Things Are Never As They Seem—Chapter Twenty Four

Pairings—Sebastian Stan x Actress!Reader, Sebastian Stan x OFC (PR relationship)

Summary

You and Sebastian Stan have been dating privately for over two years. Everything is perfect until he is coerced into a PR relationship when he signed with a new agency to advance his career. Trouble ensues…

Warnings

MINORS DNI!! 18++. Language. Angst. Fluff. Hollywood is shit. PR relationships. Spoiled brats. Mentions of bullying. Did I miss anything?

Series Masterlist

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May 12, 2021

You practically jumped, completely started, by the sound of the front door slamming. You slid your bookmark into place and leaned forward to set it on the coffee table as heavy steps stomped down the hall towards you.

You very well knew who it was and by the sound of it, they weren’t very happy.

Not at all.

There was barely any time to move your feet before your boyfriend was falling forward over the armrest, his face landing unceremoniously in your lap and his feet hanging over the edge, with a drawn out groan.

“That bud, huh?”

All you got in response was another muffled groan.

You bit your lip, biting back a laugh as your fingers weaved through his ink black hair, “Was the food good at least?”

“Mhmm.”

“Seb.” You rolled your eyes a little, huffing out a little chuckle. “I can’t read your mind. You’re gonna have to give me more than that.”

He lifted his head, “Just give me a minute. Let me lay here for a second and enjoy this.”

You laughed openly this time, fingers continuing their work on his scalp. “Fine. Only a minute though.”

He’d just come from having lunch with Catalina and of course it was a whole, big ordeal. His team hired a group of girls to take a few pictures of them from a few tables over and post them on twitter. The random sightings tended to do better and look more believable than a pap walk.

They really couldn’t seem to fake it or make it look even remotely real when it came to staged photos.

And by they—you meant Sebastian.

It was best to keep it blurry and somewhat candid.

And only one instead of the fifty a walk would produce.

It would save everyone involved a headache worth of embarrassment.

So he’d been required to sit through an entire meal with her. You couldn’t imagine that was very fun, especially not since she was more than a little pissed at him for attending your premiere.

The last two days had been filled with nothing but damage control for Sebastian and his team. Not only had fans absolutely freaked out (in the best way) over his surprise appearance on the carpet but now there were even more rumors flying about your relationship with him after a few leaked photos.

The photos weren’t anything too crazy.

You’d simply posed for a few shots together, some alone and some with a couple other friends, and they’d caught a shared smile. It wasn’t anything intimate—you weren’t kissing or even being overly touchy but you had to admit the way he was looking at you in a few of the pictures…

Let's just say Catalina wasn’t happy.

Not at all.

And fans definitely were on the ball with some of the rumors floating around.

You had no idea his fans would ship you together that hard but it was all they were talking about.

Hence the absolute need for damage control.

They had lunch today. Sebastian commented on another one of her black and white photos yesterday. And you were sure there would be more tomorrow.

“I’m just so tired of this shit.”

You chewed on your lip, watching him closely as he rolled over, finally ready to talked apparently.

“She’s so annoying.” He jutted his bottom lip out in an exaggerated pout, “Being alone with her is the absolute worst.”

You offered him a sympathetic smile, combing his hair back from his face, “I know.”

“I got quite the lecture today.”

You frowned, eyebrows furrowing, “From her?”

He shook his head, reaching out to grab your free hand in his, pulling it to his lips to kiss your knuckles, “Well, she bitched the entire meal but I meant my team.”

You rolled your eyes, “What now?”

It was the same conversations over and over.

You understand they were in a bind when it came to Catalina. They were just doing their jobs, trying to make everyone happy and appease the spoiled brat at the same time. You can’t imagine it was an easy feat but they didn’t have to always lay into Sebastian.

They didn’t need to always demand he give something up.

Compromise went both ways.

You were sick and tired of Catalina getting her way.

His eyes scanned over your face for a moment, hesitating, “She’s making more demands.”

That didn’t really answer your question and you definitely didn’t like the sound of that.

You shifted uneasily, chest growing tighter with each breath, “Like what?”

He pursed his lips, so much guilt and remorse swirling in those cerulean eyes it made you feel sick. The way he was dragging it out, obviously reluctant to tell you made you anxious beyond words.

You knew whatever it was, you weren’t going to like it. Not one bit.

“Just spit it out.” You snapped, louder than you intended to.

“She is demanding more time here. A few times a week.”

You inhaled sharply, your heart felt like it was trying to claw its way up your throat.

Sebastian sat up, turning to face you on his knees so he could take your face in his hands, “I’m trying to work something out. I’m so sorry.”

Of course.

Of fucking course she was using this to her advantage. She’d been patiently waiting for something to dangle over his head—some sort of leverage to get back into your space and back under your skin.

You shook your head. More to yourself than anyone else.

Catalina was going to stop at nothing to make your life a living hell for the duration of this contract.

The thought of her remaining under the same roof, even if just for a few nights, made you feel physically ill. You already had bile crawling up your throat from just the idea alone, you can’t even begin to imagine what kind of shape you would be in when she was actually here.

“Baby.”

You blinked, eyes finally focusing on the man before you.

Why were you so panicked? Why did you allow her to have this much of an affect on you—this much power over you and your emotions?

Sebastian called your name, voice soft and low, “I’m trying to work it out. There is a lot of discussion and I won’t go down on this without a fight.”

“Sebastian.”

“I know.” He dipped forward to press a kiss to your forehead while simultaneously pulling you into his chest, “I know. I’m so sorry. I should’ve listened to you about the premiere. I should’ve been more careful and kept my distance–”

“Seb.”

“But I don’t regret it, sweetheart.” He ignored you, rambling as he combed his fingers through your hair and held you against him, “I’m so fucking thankful I got to be part of that for you. That I got to stand by your side and pose with you… I’ve always wanted that—Always wanted you right by my side, holding my hand at premieres and…” He paused, pressing a quick kiss to your head, “And I love that my fans ship us. This is going to make things so much easier when we decide to go public–”

You smiled, wrapping your arms tighter around his torso and burrowing your face against his rapidly beating heart. There was no interrupting this rambling rampage so you might as well buckle up for the ride and enjoy while you can.

“They love us, baby.” You could practically hear the smile in his voice. “They’ve been leaving comments all over social media about how perfect we’d be together and there is massive speculation about us dating in secret. It’s kinda insane. But I love it”

As much as you loathe to admit, you felt the same way.

Honestly, the love and support around your relationship was thrilling and it made you feel like you’d stuck it to her in a way. Like you’d won this round of whatever game she had started between the two of you.

You didn’t even have to try and his fans liked you better. They would always like you better.

You were better.

At acting. At relationships. At being a good person.

It wasn’t necessarily good thinking. You didn’t want to be that person—you hated that she brought out this side of you. It wasn’t nice and it brought you down to her level in the worst way.

“I’m happy that they seem to accept our relationship…”

“But…?” Sebastian added, tilting his head to the side with a raised brow.

“But I don’t want to tick her off anymore.” You sighed softly, “I don’t want her coming after us even more than she already is.”

He nodded thoughtfully, his thumb brushing over your cheek, “I know.”

You let out a heavy sigh, shifting closer to him and wrapping your arms over his shoulders, “I just wish this was over already.”

“Me too.” He mumbled, pressing his face into the top of your head as weaved his arms around you, pulling you into his lap as he sat back, “I’m sorry. I’m really trying to keep the peace—to keep her away from you.”

“It’s not your fault.” You said softly, voice a little muffled by his shirt. “We will do what we have to do to finish this and get it over with. I can suck it up for a little bit.”

He was quiet for a moment, fingers stroking through your hair, “They said if she were to stay here a couple times a week, they would have a couple other people stay with us so we wouldn’t have to be alone with her.”

“Okay.” Was all you could respond with–all you could offer at the moment.

“Okay?” He squinted at you, “Just okay?”

You didn’t necessarily want this but if it made things easier on him, you would do it.

You would put up with her for the next seven months.

Until the end.

You nodded, “Yes. Okay.”

—————

May 16, 2021

Focus on the page.

Words.

Words.

Read the fucking words.

“You’ve read the page like fifty times now.”

Your head snapped up to Sebastian sitting on a couch across from you, a glare already hardened across your face.

“I thought you liked that book.”

Before you could respond the timer you’d set on your phone went off.

You let out a huff, setting the book aside to remove the ice from your ankle but he beat you too. Placing it on the other end of the table before gently stapping your foot back in the walking boot.

“Thank you.” You smiled softly, “And you’re the one distracting me from my book. You and that damn drum stick.”

He threw his head back with a laugh, the sound making your belly flutter.

“I’m just trying to practice.” He breathed out, still laughing a little, “I am trying to take a cool video and post it.”

“What do you mean you need practice?” You giggled, waving a hand at him, “You’ve nailed it. It’s so distracting!”

He smirked, “Why?”

And then he started twirling the damn stick between his fingers again.

Effortlessly too, you might add.

“You know why.” You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest.

“I don’t actually.”

You didn’t think it was possible for him to smirk any harder but you were wrong and his lips corked even higher in the corners.

You were going to punch that stupid, sexy smirk right off his face.

You felt your cheeks flame a little as you continued to watch him, his eyes growing hooded and tongue slipping out to skim his bottom lip in a very, very suggestive manner.

He knew what he was doing to you. He knew a little too well.

You snatched a pillow off the couch beside you and launched it full force at him. “Oh, fuck off.” You laughed, “You damn well know you’re hot and that you’re good with your fingers.”

“Oh, I know I’m good with my fingers, sweetheart.” He chuckled darkly, “The way you were moaning my name last night supports that–”

That earned him another pillow to the face, unfortunately he caught it before it made impact this time and threw it right back at you.

“I told you to never bring that up again.” You leaned forward to burrow your face in the pillow, hiding the red creeping over your cheeks.

You’d gotten a little loud last night and by a little, you meant Eli had literally banged on the door, hollering at you both to quiet down and then Sebastian had woken to a text from his manager stating that Catalina had complained about it too.

You were embarrassed.

Sebastian was smug.

And you’d been hiding out in the bedroom for most of the day.

Mostly to avoid Eli and Molly, you really couldn’t give a fuck about Catalina.

In fact, maybe it would help get through her thick head that Sebastian wasn’t interested and he was with you.

“Baby.” He rose from his seat and walked around the coffee table before crouching down in front of you, taking your face in his hands, “I promise you Eli doesn’t care. He hasn’t even said a word to me since.”

You jutted your bottom lip out in a pout, “That’s almost worse.”

He laughed, leaning forward to press a kiss to your pouty lips. “I promise everything is fine. Everyone in this house knows we have sex.”

“If they didn’t before, they do now.”

He laughed again, brushing his thumb over your cheek, “But wasn’t it worth it?”

You couldn’t stop the smile that tugged at the corner of your lips even if you tried, “Maybe.”

Sebastian grinned, all smug and sexy, “It definitely was.”

“Mhmm.” You leaned forward, brushing your nose against his.

“Admit it.” He whispered, cupping the back of your head, “Admit it was worth it.”

Your lips barely skimmed his, teasingly, “It was worth it”

He gripped the back of your head and finally connected your lips to his in a hard, desperate kiss. One you reciprocated wholeheartedly, arching up into him as your arms wrapped over his shoulders. Before you even knew what was happening he was pulling you up and tugging your legs around his waist. You clung to him as he plopped back on the couch with you in his lap and deepened the kiss by slipping his tongue into your mouth.

You openly moaned when his tongue tangled with yours and his hands slid down to cup your ass, kneading the flesh through your thin cotton shorts.

Your fingers tangled in his hair and you shifted your hips forward, grinding yourself against the growing bulge at the apex of your thighs, “Sebastia–”

The door swung open, smacking loudly against the wall.

You scrambled off Sebastian’s lap, fumbling with your hair and tucking your breast back into your tank top.

You shook your head to yourself, you hadn’t even realized that had fallen out.

“Sebbbyyyy.”

Your heart dropped into you gut as you looked up to find Catalina stomping toward you.

“What the actual fuck.” Sebastian hissed, rising from the couch, his hands held out on either side of him, “You can’t just barge in here. Have you ever heard of knocking?”

Catalina shrugged, completely ignoring your presence, her eyes immediately zeroing in on the obvious bulge in his black shorts, “I texted you I was coming in.”

He followed her line of sight, immediately reaching up to snatch the pillow off the couch and hold it over his crotch, “That’s not how it fucking works. Get the fuck out, dude.”

She crossed her arms over her chest, “I’m not a dude.”

“Oh my God.” He huffed, pinching the bridge of his nose as he looked up at the ceiling, his eyes clenched shut, “What the fuck do you want?”

You pulled your legs up to your chest and then pulled the blanket over your shoulders, suddenly feeling very exposed and raw.

This was one of your new problems since she’d started staying here. Catalina didn’t know or understand the term boundaries.

Or she just didn’t give a flying fuck about respecting them.

You were sure it was the latter.

“Two things,” She plopped down on the couch across from you, making herself at home, “When are you going to post your video? They said I could comment on it.” She leaned forward, stealing a strawberry from your bowl of fruit and you had to resist smacking her hand away and maybe her plastic face too, “And why aren’t you going to award thing tonight? Everyone is talking about how your friend Andew is going.” She crossed her arms over her chest, “Why are we not going, Sebby?”

“His name is Anthony.” You spoke up, tone harsher than you intended it to be, “Not Andrew.”

Finally she looked at you for the first time since rudely barging into your room and if looks could kill there was no doubt you’d be six feet under, “Was I asking you? No.”

“Do not speak to her like that.” Sebastian snapped, he took a hold of her elbow and gently pulled her from the couch, “You need to leave. They way you barged in here was inappropriate and if it happens again, you won’t be allowed to stay here any longer.”

“That doesn’t answer my question.” She whined, yanking her arm from his hold and crossing her arms over her chest with a dramatic stomp of her foot. “I’m not leaving until you answer.”

You watched with a baited breath as Sebastian stormed over, grabbing his phone from the coffee table. He typed at the screen, his frustration evident in the clench of jaw. “There.” He tossed the phone back on the couch, took her elbow again, guiding her towards the door, “I posted the fucking video, go comment to your hearts content.”

“But what about the award–”

“We don’t do red carpet events, Catalina.” He grit out through clenched teeth, “It’s in the contract. So even if I went, you wouldn’t have gone with me anyways.” He paused, breathing heavily, “You will not attend any events with me, ever.”

You’re sure he didn’t mean it as harshly as it had come out. Or maybe he did.

She needed harsh if you were being honest. She really couldn’t take no for an answer and needed it spelled out for her more times than not.

“It’s good press.” She hissed, stopping at the door, “For both of us.”

“No, it’s not.” He gave her a gentle push into the hallway, holding the door so she couldn’t slop back in, “And I have an early shooting tomorrow and didn’t feel like going, not that I owe you any explanation. You don’t get to be a part of my life, Catalina. I do the stunts and show up when I’m needed. I’ve told you I don’t want to interact outside of that and you need to respect that decision. If you need something or have questions, go through my team.”

With that he slammed the door shut in her face and locked it.

“You okay?” You asked softly as he approached.

He fell back on the couch beside you with a heavy sigh, “Are you?”

You shifted, crawling into his lap, “I’m okay.”

“I’m sorry.” He whispered, reaching up to run his knuckles across your cheek, no doubt noticing the unnatural flush there, “I should’ve locked the door. I didn’t think she’d do that.”

You shook your head, “It’s not your fault.”

“This is going to be a long summer, isn’t it?”

You chuckled a little, wrapping your arms around his neck and sliding back in the position you were in before you were rudely interrupted, “Probably but at least we have each other.”

“Mmmm.” His nose brushed against yours, breath hot on your lips, “Should we talk about his more?”

You nodded a little, eyes fluttering as his hands found home on your ass, “Maybe later.”

“Okay.”

He crushed your lips to his and you picked up right where you left off.

Everything Catalina could wait.

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*surprised pikachu* Oh no. Content warning character death.

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“What are you doing?” Steve asked, reaching out to grab the back of Peter’s jacket and reel him away from the edge of the crow’s nest. He’d almost slipped once and hadn’t trusted him since.

Peter pointed toward the cliffs. “I’m trying to see if the ghost is there this time! Uncle Ben mentioned seeing it. I think he was just pulling my leg,” Peter added ruefully. “But I check every time anyway.”

Steve’s face did something strange—surprise, and joy, and agony, all at once, Peter would figure out later. “What ghost?”

Peter blinked at him in surprise. Steve had mentioned he was going home, which happened to be the same town Peter hailed from. ‘I haven’t been back in a long time,’ he’d said, but Peter knew for a fact the rumors of a ghost on the cliffs had been around for decades, maybe even centuries. Aunt May had said she’d seen the ghost too, when she’d gone to see Uncle Ben’s ship coming in and later learned he’d died at sea.

“Um,” Peter said, wondering if Steve was pulling his leg now too. But Steve looked earnest, and he’d been so kind, so he sighed and shrugged. “A long time ago, before the lighthouse was built, there used to be someone who lived on the cliffs and waved a lantern so that ships would see how close they were to shore. He had a friend who went off to sea again, even though he promised he was finished with that life.”

“A friend,” Steve repeated, and there was a ghost of amusement in his face.

Peter blinked again, but Steve said nothing more, so he continued, “Well, the man with the lantern was so angry about his friend leaving again that he didn’t go out to wave a lantern when his friend was due home. Luckily there was a full moon, so the ship could navigate the cliffs,” Peter added when Steve frowned in concern. “But his friend wasn’t on the ship anyway. They’d been attacked by pirates. He’d died under a sword.”

“I see,” Steve said sadly. “It must have been very hard on him, to have lost his… friend. Without being able to mend things between them.”

Peter shrugged, turning his gaze back on the cliffs, where there were dozens of lanterns blinking through the mist. “I guess. People say he went kind of crazy from it, started going to the cliffs every night with a lantern thinking his friend would be on the next ship.”

Steve’s expression somehow fell further. “Every night?”

“Until he died,” Peter confirmed, and Steve made a noise like he’d just punched the air out of him. Maybe Steve had lived in a rural area so far out he never had a chance to hear the story. “Some say he threw himself from one of the cliffs from guilt, others that he’d gotten so old and frail his fall had been an accident. They never found a body. Just a lantern smashed on the rocks.”

“Oh,” Steve said, voice cracking. He swallowed once, twice, then covered his mouth, turning to look at the cliffs as well.

Peter frowned at him. “Not much for sad stories, are you?”

“I prefer happy endings,” Steve managed to say.

“…Hmm,” Peter acknowledged. He looked at the cliffs again. “Anyway, people started greeting loved ones with lanterns in honor of him. They say if you see a cold blue light among them, that’s the ghost, although I think it’s just a prank.”

“It could be both,” Steve said, amusement back in his tone, and Peter frowned at him again, but Steve said nothing else.

—

“Here,” Steve said, dumping his sack of gold coins into Peter’s hand. “I won’t need this.”

Peter yelped and flailed, sending coins flying. “Steve, of course you’re going to—hey!” he shouted when he realized Steve had already turned his back on him, each stride sure and steady, as if the money really did mean nothing to him. He collected as many coins as he could find, then hastily tied the bag back up, rushing to follow him. “Steve! Hey! Steve!”

Steve took no note of him. He didn’t even slow down, as if now that he was back on dry land, going home was his only focus. Peter was still several yards behind him when he watched Steve stagger, fumbling a few steps to the left, hand coming around to clutch at his side. The pain he’d complained about during cold weather, Peter figured. Aunt May had it sometimes, too. He put on another burst of speed to catch up to him—

Then he stopped, stunned, when he saw a puddle of blood on the ground. It ripped and waved in his vision, like one of the ocean mirages, then slid across the ground, shining between silver and wine red. A blood trail. It was becoming a blood trail that disappeared as quickly as he saw it. He blinked once, hard, deciding it was a trick of the mind. The transition from sea back to land played horrible tricks, after all.

Peter looked up and found that Steve had increased the distance between them, somehow managing to keep his steady pace even as his legs wobbled and his body weaved back and forth. His other hand came up to his side to clutch at whatever wound was there.

“Steve!” Peter cried out, horrified, and renewed his chase. It looked like Steve was headed for the path up the cliff. He’d never make it. He needed to take him to a doctor.

But Steve somehow made it anyway, and Peter was getting the sneaking suspicion he wasn’t even breathing hard, when he himself was huffing and puffing so hard he was afraid he might keel over. He took a breath to call after Steve again, then decided it was no use. Steve hadn’t turned once the entire journey. He redoubled his efforts climbing the path instead, determined to catch up to him.

Peter froze in his tracks when he saw a pale blue orb of light floating down the path to meet them, hair raising on his arms and the back of his neck. He suddenly got the feeling he shouldn’t be there. Immediately after felt some unseen reassurance that it didn’t matter. Or maybe it was better he did.

Steve stumbled to a stop, breathing finally going ragged. “Sweetheart.”

“Beloved,” the light whimpered, and then suddenly it was melting, dripping like a candle into the form of a man, small and bony with wide, disbelieving eyes and trembling lips. “You came.”

“I said I’d be back,” Steve said, reaching out, but the man flinched away, pulling his hands to his chest as if to fight from reaching back.

“And I was so sure you would that I punished you,” the man whispered, shaking his head. “But you never came.”

“I’m here now,” Steve said, and there was something painfully earnest in his voice. “I’m here now, sweetheart.”

“You’re never here,” the man continued faintly, dropping his eyes to the ground. “I dream about it. But it’s never true.”

Steve’s left leg gave out, and he began to topple to the side. Peter was about to lunge for him, but the other man beat him to it, as if even if he truly believed Steve wasn’t real, it still couldn’t beat out his hope that he was.

“They say you haunted the cliffs for me,” Steve said quietly, not making a motion to take his own weight back. “Me, your friend.”

The man looked up at him, tears sparkling in the moonlight. “Is that what they call it now?”

“No,” Steve said, with that same amusement from when he’d repeated ‘friend’ back to Peter earlier, and then carefully cradled the man’s face in his hands, pulling him down for what was obviously a kiss.

Peter looked away, suddenly aware that he was definitely intruding. But he also got the sense it needed to be witnessed, at least partially. He swallowed thickly, embarrassed, then jumped when he suddenly heard a clatter. Turned back to them.

There was nothing on the ground but an old, cracked lantern. He approached it, goosebumps rising across his arms, and carefully took it into his hands. It was surprisingly heavy, for all that it was delicate. He recognized it from the little shop that held antiques. It had been crafted by one of the greatest metal smiths in town, long ago, someone named Anthony Stark. He remembered the cracked lantern at the shop, how it had a little plaque that said it would never be sold without its partner.

Peter looked at the second bag of coins, the one that had belonged to Steve. Hefted the lamp up on his shoulder. Promised himself he’d stop by the shop at first light so that the lanterns could finally be together again.

“Friends,” Peter scoffed, shaking his head, and began back down the path to town.

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Wonderland

{ Glen Powell x Reader } | { Song Inspiration: Wonderland by Taylor Swift }

A/N 📝: This is my first RPF. May decide to continue writing more. This one had been sitting in my Google Docs for a few weeks. In all honesty, I never intended to share it. But here we are.

TW ⚠️: mentions of death threats and fatphobic comments

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Speculations were everywhere. Fans getting a little too invested and involved in celebrities' relationships. You’re not going to lie: you enjoyed reading the tabloids but you also knew not all were truthful.

One of the latest was of Glen Powell and his longtime girlfriend. Many were saying he and his latest co-star were looking a little too close for comfort. It didn’t help that his girlfriend posted to her social media that she was never better and posted a song of heartbreak.

There was no proof of anything yet, however, just the thought of a breakup saddened you. You couldn’t help but be a hopeless romantic. Yet you knew you also were hopeless at love.

Here you were in your early 30s, perpetually single and with no prospects. Luckily you didn’t feel like a burden to your parents, as they were both deceased. You also had some money saved up so Lizzie couldn’t judge you.

It was a Sunday when the fans started the speculation on Wobbel.com. You decided to log off the site not to add views to the rumors. Instead, you focused on finishing your dress for the concert of the year, at least in your opinion. 

You turn on your playlist and drown out the whole world as you work on your dress. Once the adjustments are done, you head to the gym. Today also marks your third birthday celebrating alone. Nobody told you to move to the middle of nowhere Georgia. Okay fine, it was a small town but you needed a change and a new start after living all your life in a big city.

You chuckled to yourself when the small tv on the treadmill was playing Scream Queens. Of course, Glen would follow you. If only you could get a chance to meet him in person. ‘Like that would ever happen,’ you think to yourself. 

After you return home, you decide to watch Top Gun: Maverick as a little birthday treat. 

The days fly by and the next thing you know you’re sitting at your seat at the concert waiting for the headline artist to start. It takes you by surprise when none other than Danny Ramirez and his fiancée, Baylie, sit to your left. 

You’re even doubly surprised when Miles Teller and his little family of three sit to your right. Miles and his wife Grace decided to bring their daughter Caroline to the concert. You told yourself to breathe and act normal. You even offered them to sit together and you’d move. 

“No no, it’s okay. You paid for your seat,” Grace tells you. 

“I don’t mind. It’s just two seats being shifted,” you say.

“Auntie Baaaaaayyyyy!” Caroline squeals and scrambles over your legs to get to the other girl.

Miles discreetly tells his daughter to apologize, but you shake your head. “She’s small and excited. I would be like that too.” Pretty soon, Baylie and Grace are making easy conversation with you and telling you the stories of how they met the guys. The four of you start singing and screaming along wince the concert starts.

Halfway through the concert, Miles steps away to take a call. When he comes back, he returns with the one and only Glen Powell. You were a hot sweaty mess. Never in your wildest dreams did you imagine meeting him at a concert. 

Flashes started going off around you as the fans spotted them and were going crazy taking pictures and videos of them. You made sure to stay out of the pictures as you weren’t here with them. You even offered to take the pictures for some of the fans, holding back chuckles at some of the girls throwing themselves at Glen.

After the excitement died down, you were able to finish enjoying the concert. At the end of the concert, you exchanged contact information with Baylie and Grace. You give Caroline the necklace you had bought as merch, since she was crying she didn’t get one. Grace insisted you join them for a group picture.

You stood to her right, only to have Glen stand behind you while wrapping an arm around you. Eventually, you do manage to start walking back to your car, only to be stopped by Glen who also wanted to exchange contact information with you. In all honesty, you think nothing of it. You know you’re not his type. You’ll never be his type. 

To your surprise, he texted you to make sure you made it home safely. From there it turns into daily text conversations and long FaceTime calls when he’s not on set or with his family. You learn he and his girlfriend took a break to reevaluate their relationship, as well as take time to focus on their respective careers.

Didn't they tell us "Don't rush into things"? Didn't you flash your green eyes at me? Haven't you heard what becomes of curious minds?

Curiosity is what won out in the end. The curiosity of his fans. The curiosity of the paparazzi. It was after the first week of the pictures from the concert went viral that the first wave of hate tweets came your way.

“She’s so fat for Glen.”

“She’s not Gigi or Sydney.”

“I hope she dies for breaking them up.”

Your phone kept ringing from calls and texts that you just turned it off once old friends caught sight of the pictures. You felt bad but you even ignored the calls and texts from Baylie and Grace.

What’s worse is that the paparazzi and over-the-top obsessed Glen fans found and leaked your personal information online. They even started leaving negative reviews on your bookstore’s website. All of them have to do with you being a whore and a homewrecker for breaking up Glen and his girlfriend. 

But there were strangers watchin'

And whispers turned to talkin'

And talking turned to screams, oh

But it was too late. You had fallen for him. Truly fallen in love with the man that Glen is, not the public persona he lets others see. You both shared things about your family that nobody else really knew.

That’s when you started getting death threats. It was this that was your breaking point. After a couple of weeks of no contact, you decide to call Glen back and tell him to please clear the air. Your once-friendly conversations turn cold and bitter and eventually, you’re both screaming at each other. 

This is what both of you knew would happen but wanted to avoid. Glen does what his publicist says and ignores the comments on social media. And you can’t blame him because it’s his life and job that are involved. However, you wish he would at least fight on your behalf and clear the air. 

You had never truly felt so alone as you did now. Everyone in your so-called circle of friends all sided with Glen’s ex. You lost the support of regular customers. Nobody was in your corner, so to speak, defending you.

You slowly shut down every social media page you had, even changing your phone number. Guilt plagued you for not telling Baylie or Grace but you accepted that they were friends with Glen before they ever met you. 

I reached for you, but you were gone

I knew I had to go back home

Even though you had changed your number, Glen managed to find your new number and he texted you one last time. There were many days you wished you never opened that text message.

That day you closed the shop early and went upstairs to your apartment and cried yourself to sleep. Of course, you could never blame him, he did deserve to be happy. You just wished it was you who he could be happy with. 

Slowly the calls to your bookstore became again about books. The paparazzi all left one day and have yet to return. The hate mail and notes at your front door stopped. When you check the mail a few months after things died down, you’re surprised to find a wedding invitation to Danny and Baylie’s wedding.

You wish you could immediately respond yes as an RVSP but you hesitated. What if he were there? Would rumors spiral out of control and ruin the wedding? Instead of dwelling too much on what if, you take out your notebook and start writing the lyrics to a new song.

You searched the world for somethin' else

To make you feel like what we had

And in the end, in Wonderland, we both went mad

Despite feeling like you would trigger new rumors, you arrived at the wedding venue and sat away from everyone. You could still feel eyes on you and heard people whispering. You kept your eyes on the groom or down at the wedding program. 

It was a beautiful ceremony. William and Delilah gave Baylie away to Danny. The happy newly married couple just kept smiling brightly at each other. Glen catches sight of you as he walks back up the aisle after Miles and Grace. You do your best to not react to him, but inside you wanted to run to him and hug him. Your feet and mind however had another idea. 

You quickly made your way out of the church through the side door. Finding a private room, you close the door behind you and slide down against it crying. Seeing him but not being able to speak to him hurt too much. It hurt even more when you heard that he was now engaged to his girlfriend.

Your absence at the reception didn’t go unnoticed. What went unnoticed was the pain you felt at seeing all the happy faces full of love that reminded you how alone you were. No friends to drop everything to come to help you. No significant other to share a home with. No parents to comfort you. 

With the self-made promise of a new start, you head to your hotel room. You let the exhaustion of the day lull you to sleep, only to be awoken by knocking at your door an hour later.

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Episode catch up~

The Watcher and A Distant Shore: Both have their merits and demerits; but I will say I liked the cast and the creative choices the writers took (keeping The Watcher anonymous, having Joe recommend Cathy, the lady in Cali helping out after news of her friend's death, etc.) ACQUAINTED WITH THE NIGHT-- and what an incredibly fitting context (Nan, you genius.) Father hovering around Vincent during those episodes, worried about his son (and Cathy, too) and trying to cheer him up and distract his mind (impossible.) Mouse and the shell and Vincent's dream and reaching Cathy. Overall, I liked both in their own ways and wouldn't mind rewatching. Also, Joe continues to be stellar (really grew on me), Jenn and Rita have interesting appearances. ...Although, Cathy, I do have a bone to pick with you throughout all of The Watcher.

Trial: Enjoyed all aspects of the case; and that the episode tackled the injustices and inabilities of the system, the victims, and the society at the time. But it's a start. And all the characters and Vincent's dreams of the boy and Pascal's appearance and Joe's ups and downs. And most of all, their superior was right: they needed Cathy to fight the symbolic war right up against the murderer's shark lawyer-- there's a reason this guy's their boss.

A Kingdom by the Sea: Those were actually CIA?? Baffled. Elliot's back and Cathy needed to put several breaks on the whole debacle before it escalated to Vincent having to kill, being torn up over the kiss, and feeling that Cathy's cut earlier and his stab now were signals of life. Father continuing his worried streak with no pushback and maximum support is sweet if veeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeery telling about his read on Vincent's emotional state. Elliot's father's death was quite the turn; and their rotten relationship definitely explains the dreams of a man who wanted to prove himself by building the biggest tower possible. Two things struck me: Cathy listened to Vincent tearing those men apart and kept traipsing away in the tunnels, not addressing it later and pretty much over it compared to Vincent; and she didn't seem to notice how deeply that affected him, addressing only his confusion and grief and hurt at her fluctuations with Elliot. And secondly, her dismissal of Elliot's contradictions-- a man who is able to live with two warring sides and not let it drag him down or back-- by saying: “How does it matter, Vincent? It’s… life"; and that is incredibly indicative of the core of their relationship. Cathy doesn't seek to understand: roses bloom out of blood sacrifices; life is beautiful; there is ugliness separate from beauty; contradictions don't mix; Elliot must be all bad or really good deep down and didn't realize it himself rather than an intriguing mix of the two; and Vincent's hands are her hands, beautiful, but the blood they shed does not (read: cannot) stain his soul. And she is very, very wrong about all of those things.

Can't wait to hear your input! :DDDDD

Squeeee, you're getting so close to the trilogy! The Hollow Men is the perfect episode to lead into it. Please tell me you plan on watching all three eps of the trilogy in the same sitting. And you must let me know before you start S3. I have things to tell you.

More below.

I really like The Watcher now. I wasn't crazy about it the first time I saw it, but there's gobs of foreshadowing in it that I didn't pick up on until after the trilogy aired and then after the show was cancelled and I did my first rewatch and had time to think hard about the series as a whole. Keep in mind we had to wait 7 months between S2 and S3. Which back then was a long time for network shows. Lots of time to go back and pick up all the threads missed the first time around. Also tons of rumors flying around that summer (some true, some not) about what was going to happen in S3, or if we'd even get one. The Classic fans had already circled the wagons and decided they hated S3 before it even aired. But I digress.

Not sure if you've noticed this or not, but other than once, after Cathy gets beat up in An Impossible Silence (where he keeps watch on her while still being as close to outside as he can get), Vincent never steps foot in her apartment. So it's significant in The Watcher that he's actually considering her invitation to come in, because that's a line he's drawn in his own mind about what's allowable behavior and what isn't.

ACQUAINTED WITH THE NIGHT-- and what an incredibly fitting context (Nan, you genius.)

Right?? I knew you'd pick up on that right away.

Mouse and the shell and Vincent's dream and reaching Cathy.

My favorite part of A Distant Shore was V & Mouse talking at the Mirror Pool (a scene GRRM wrote in order to get the ep up to the full running time) and Vincent in his chamber holding up the shell and then scooping up the sand and taking a big ol' whiff of the Pacific Ocean. Such a Vincent thing to do. Cast and crew loved working on this one since they all got to get off the sound stage and spend a few days at the beach. I remember being so amused that V & C acted like the four days she was gone was more like four months. 🤣

...Although, Cathy, I do have a bone to pick with you throughout all of The Watcher.

Care to elaborate??

Don't have much to add about Trial, except in response to this: there's a reason this guy's their boss.

I'm shoving my fist in my mouth so I don't let anything slip out. We'll touch on this later.

It was an okay episode, but nothing really memorable.

A Kingdom by the Sea (aka The Episode That Humanizes Elliot Burch). I adore this episode! I also adore Elliot.

Those were actually CIA??

Yep.

Cathy needed to put several breaks on the whole debacle before it escalated to Vincent having to kill, being torn up over the kiss, and feeling that Cathy's cut earlier and his stab now were signals of life.

Wasn't the scene on C's balcony that opened the show wonderful? Kissing her injured finger without thought and the heat of the look they shared and C refusing to let Vincent turn away from it. Lovely.

But, yeah, again with the death and desire symbolism, and blood as a sign of life. As Vincent said to Father, "The grave is a fine, safe place. But if we live, we bleed." That'll come back to haunt him.

Father continuing his worried streak with no pushback and maximum support is sweet if veeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeery telling about his read on Vincent's emotional state.

Like I've said before, Father knows his son very well. He has a lot of first-hand experience, after all.

Cathy listened to Vincent tearing those men apart and kept traipsing away in the tunnels, not addressing it later and pretty much over it compared to Vincent; and she didn't seem to notice how deeply that affected him, addressing only his confusion and grief and hurt at her fluctuations with Elliot.

Quick trivia time before I get to the meat of this. GRRM wanted the scene with V and C in his chamber to end with a kiss. He wanted V to lean in after she told him she wished it was him and take that kiss. Alas, Koslow nixed it. But I love that GRRM wanted it there. His scripts are always so, so good.

And meanwhile, as they're in the tunnels Elliot is like, "What the hell is that?? What was that??" Yeah, Cathy has grown very blasé about Vincent's killings, hasn't she? And she really seems blind to the effect it has on him. She's also blind to the duality within everyone, and specifically within Elliot and Vincent. I've always felt like Vincent posing those questions to her about the duel nature of man was him asking that question in relation to how she was able to process and justify what she sees in him, not Elliot. But it just flew right over her head, because despite what she thinks she knows about V, he tends to comes at things sideways, rather than directly. She never figures that out.

“How does it matter, Vincent? It’s… life"; and that is incredibly indicative of the core of their relationship. Cathy doesn't seek to understand: roses bloom out of blood sacrifices; life is beautiful; there is ugliness separate from beauty; contradictions don't mix; Elliot must be all bad or really good deep down and didn't realize it himself rather than an intriguing mix of the two; and Vincent's hands are her hands, beautiful, but the blood they shed does not (read: cannot) stain his soul. And she is very, very wrong about all of those things.

I have nothing to add to this. You've stated it perfectly. I'm so excited for you. You have no idea what you're in for. Buckle up, baby!